Mr. Businessman      Itemise the things you   covet as you squander   through your life.   Bigger cars, bigger   houses, term insurance   for your wife.   Tuesday evenings with your harlot,   and on Wednesdays it's   your sharlatan analyst,   he's high upon your list.   You got air conditioned   surmises and dark, disturbing doubts   about religion.   And you keep those cards   and letters going out.   And while your   secretary's tempting you   your morals are exepting   you from guilt and shame,   heaven knows   you're not to blame!      You better take care of   business, Mr. Businessman,   what's your plan?   Get down to business,   Mr. Businessman, if you can   before it's too late,   and they throw your life away.      Did you see your children   growing up today,   and did you hear the   music of their laughter   as they set about to play?   And did you smell the   fragrance of those roses   in your garden?   Did the morning sunlight   warm your soul and   brighten up your day?   Do you qualify to be   alive or is the limit   of your senses   so as only to survive?      Spending counterfeit   incentive, wasting   precious time and health.   Placing values on the   worthless, disregarding   priceless wealth.   Well, you can wheel and   deal the best of them   and steal it from the rest of them.   You know the score,   their ethics are a bore.   86 proof anesthetic crotches   brought you to the top   where the smiles are all synthetic   and the ulcers never stop   when they take that final inventory   yours will be the same   sad story everywhere -   noone will really care. Noone more lonely than   this rich important man.   Let's have your autograph   ENDORSE your epitaph!      You better take care...   ................if you can!