My Cynical Career - Insider Cherry

I spilled my seventh cup of coffee While shuffling through the papers on my desk. It was a ham and cheese performance, A little bit of business-like burlesque. I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets, Deciding what to shred and what to keep. The numbers flatten my perception. It’s hard to tell the shallow from the deep. The market parodies the weather, It’s sometimes paradise, and sometimes hell. It takes a fortune teller’s insight To know which stocks to buy and which to sell. I go to trade shows and conventions To bust my hump establishing rapport. To get that sweet insider cherry, I give good face and put out like a whore. But it’s so sweet insider cherry, Just so sweet insider cherry Can provide me with an edge. When investing in the future, Need to guarantee the future with an edge. That’s my pledge. I take fiduciary gambles To profit from a fickle fiscal year, And plot inventive navigation To dodge the rocks and shoals that interfere With my relentless and creative Chicanery within the corporate sphere. I keep a second set of ledgers That chronicle my cynical career.