THE MAN IN SUIT

The man in suit is bad
He got dressed
Put on his leather shoes
And took all the things we had

The man in suit
He's on the train right now
He takes out his shiny phone
And unlocks to check the DOW

The main in suit
He's out to lunch alone
He yells at people on the street
His heart comprised of stone

The man in suit
His kids, they miss their pop
But he's burrowed into Wall St.
He'd never care to stop

The man in suit
His boss is mad him
His chances of promotion
Are looking very slim

The man in suit
He types all through the night
Not caring about what the digitized screen
Is doing to his sight

Mommy says...

The man in suit
The man in suit is bad
He got dressed
Put on his leather shoes
And took all the things we had

The man in suit
He’s looking back at me
Mom was right, I’m miserable
As I saunter down the street