Haven’t finished my thought
Yet still feeling caught
Unfinished like I am
This is close to a scam
In this fast living world
Where you need to be straight not curled
Simple is the business language
Put it on your rotten sandwich
On the go and rate
However you feel, my mate
You won’t be able getting a ten
Throw away your expensive pen
Get your smartphone out
Take this taxi and shout
At the driver your goal
Since you’ve long sold your soul
To the economy devil
All your coworkers are below your level
Feelings are for the others
Especially his long lost brothers
So he runs after virtual money
Tasting the golden honey
On the upper class parties
Internally laughing at the smarties
Finishing this thought
Wouldn’t be such a fraught
All the way down
He’d be known in this town
As the business freak
Who lied his way to the peak
Like all the others who didn’t get caught
It was just one car too much he had bought
Still he’s got this taxi driver
To look down at for a fiver
Around the Central Parc
For a last minute spark
Before he had to go
From this stage of life to show
Them a long goodbye
Cause he’s such a bad guy
That he doesn’t take the quietest lane
He would be insane
That he was not
So he didn’t forgot
Who needed his mention
To write off his pension
The politicians he greased
The child-abusing priest
He took on his fall
Everyone with just one single call
To the yellow press
He was such a mess
That he didn’t even know
It was all their show.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023