corporate w****s & company men

hollowed out somewhere along the line,

sitting on the shelf, waiting for the promised

glory,

every bit of style designed by others pushing

them like the most savage drug on the

“naïve public,”

every step on the ladder covered in bling

luring in the greediest of pigs,

lathered up in

the colognes & perfumes provided

that bear their names,

with manufactured voices &

manufactured gestures,

each step planned out by a committee,

each appearance set up by a group of others

who pull the strings but stand in the

shadows

(aimed to gain more than the puppets

however, never foolish enough to

take part in a photo op),

smiling for the pictures,

standing in the spotlight,

working 25 hours a day,

tying off & shooting dollar bills

straight

into

their

veins,

standing tall as the most appreciated role models

of the 21^st century

american.