Private Eye
You hate your job,
but you're good at what you do
A paid shadow
who follows the trail of indiscretions
that other people lead you to
You're a gumshoe,
sticking to the assignment given you
Like a bloodhound on the scent,
another philanderer is going down
once you catch them in the act
Innuendo and suspicion becomes legal fact
And there's a bonus in it for you,
if you can get the aggrieved party the yacht too
Even still, you hate your job
It cost you a marriage,
and a normal family life
Walking the grimy streets,
back alleys and gutters
The underbelly of society is rife
with corruption and debauchery
This is what your private eyes see ...
so much dirt tracked back home to your family
It made your ex-wife not trust you
as much as she should
Made your children lives sad
from the taunts in the neighborhood
That's why you hate your job,
but you're so good at what you do
Everybody in high society wants to hire you,
opening up their blank checkbooks ...
with a couple more zeroes added too
You're a private eye,
living the Sam Spade life
Ain't nothing wrong with that,
being the good guy, wearing the black hat
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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