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