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Old I heard of a business man
So rich his pockets were filled
Like beaches with sand
With numerous kinds of each bill...
As legend would have it
He ran quite a business
With workers galore
Responding with quickness.
To mention the truth,
He really wanted to do something else
But realized this calling
Would pay for itself.
And round the clock
The customers pour in
And soon every employee's
Pocket is soaring...
They handle with ease
All clients like fishes.
There only to please
And to be efficient.
But as it turns out
This formula works like a charm
And though quite impersonal
Customers swarm...
And though he may lose a few
Here and there
He always prays for
New ones to appear...
After all, he needs them
To thrive in his business so dear...
So soon he is steel.
And all that he craves
Is statistics unreal
Of shoppers who walk in and out every year.
No one can save
This mask that he's made...
Now he is met with a budget expansion
For all the people he serves with no soul...
So adding some rooms will turn his building to a mansion
Where he can make known all the things he has sold...
But at what price?
Instead of treating all the people so nice...
He'll just take the speedier route
To get them in and out... cold as ice...
But after all... To thrive he must
Cast his whole heart aside and engage in this vice...
And yet we may sympathize in a corporate world
By thinking these things are unstoppable...
We feel for his need for coldness and speed...
But... Would it kill you that he ran a hospital?
