Every day the same-
Kiss the wife and kids goodbye,
wish them a good day,
and then off to hustle.
No short skirt nor cheap perfume-
A starched white coat
and an air of omniscience,
the seductive tools of this trade.
"New drug" salesmen, like the "used car" ones,
Medicaid pawns and wanna-bees,
solicit on this southside corner.
Same song on the other side of the tracks.
Drudgery interrupted, not often enough,
by the Real McCoy-
Mental illness in its purest form-
A reward that begs another day.
Better to keep quiet and do the deed,
lest others may think
thou protest too much.
And yet the truth remains-
'Tis not only the oldest,
but also the grandest