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There's no free lunch in this mean town, my friend.
You have to play the game, and learn to bend.
It's quid pro quo, or shiver in the cold.
Just do as I say and you'll hit pure gold!
There's money to be made, if you're no fool;
Now oil the wheels of business, and be cool.
Don't tell me about ethics, they're no good!
I left mine in some luckless neighbourhood!
You need to quickly learn what's best for you;
We fat cats must be fed, so take my cue.
At first you get the scraps, but stick around,
And pretty soon you'll be on higher ground!
You'll climb the corporate ladder, given time.
Then life from way up high will look just fine!
What's that you say? You care about the poor?
Then go and join them, loser! There's the door!
Copyright © Robert Haigh 2018 (0.00 / 0 votes)
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