Two doors left that will tell
whether or not my needs will be
cared for
How dire I am for
letting myself get so damn dire
Keep the smile or
paint one on when I get there
clear the throat first
by talking to myself
But it’s always show time
Never knowing who I might meet
So pitch perfect
Demeanor and persona well-crafted
Who or what could resist this cad
before they open up
Be it me who prostitutes for an establishment
that takes more than their fair share
Though the lingo may not be the same
work means a sell
And quotas consume me
And humiliation arises when they don’t sign
Work means a sell
as long as I can walk
I have been programmed to not take No
to not hear No
Like a rape of the world
there lies the aggressive and the submissive
A refusal right now
means stalking from now on
So I must adhere to the plan
So as I eat
while viewing all my paid in full receipts
I recall the fear in myself
instilled in them when I get my foot in the door
Where is the true compassion
when grandpa writes his last check
and immediately checks to confirm his funds
I am my pimps moneymaker
who will stoop to any level to build his name
And stoop I will then do
when I get down to the wire
Two doors left
The big bad wolf am I
craving the little pigs
for my dollar signs in the sky
And should they not let me in
I can be a pest’s best friend
Just that next time
it will be me doing
the unscheduled drive by
Bitch slaps hurt everybody
when they can’t see the benefits
of loyalty
I’m gone to inform my little brother, that he should also visit this weblog on regular basis to get updated from most up-to-date news update.