On an ordinary Monday,
An unwanted guest came knockin'.
Reluctantly, I let him in,
And the Businessman, as he entered, had this to say.
"Your left shoe is forfeit in the name of profit;
Here and now, we expect great dividends from it.
Worry not, it will be returned and more.
You'll get more shoes than you bargained for."
Having said that, and little more,
He took my shoe, went out the door.
I was relieved. Maybe even glad?
All things considered, a shoe's not too bad.
On an ordinary Tuesday
An unwanted guest came knockin'.
Reluctantly, I let him in,
And the Businessman, as he entered, had this to say.
"Your stove is forfeit in the name of profit;
Here and now, we expect great dividends from it.
Worry not, it will be returned and more.
You'll get more stoves than you bargained for."
"What about my shoe? What about my desktop?"
"What of what was taken? When does this stop?"
Before I found my voice, he'd already fled.
Leaving me in my empty shed.
When did the Businessman come? For who does he stay?
Through what magic did he find his sway?
Maybe back then, his words were sound.
But when he's back, I'll stand my ground.
This time, for sure, I'll stand my ground.