(For Charlie. A cat.)
You can’t send faxes with the lights
Turned off, can you Charlie?
Working seven days a week
And the ends still don’t meet.
Cursing your lousy and lukewarm
Lot won’t get you any closer
Will it Charlie?
Making next to nothing a day
Though you’re at the office
Before the sun and after the moon.
And the ends still don’t meet.
By candle light you write to clients
To grow the business, but
Will it Charlie?
You are missed at home,
Please send word that you are okay,
We are worried for your sanity,
And the ends that don’t meet.
Pulling down six figures is your dream,
From where happiness comes, but
Will it Charlie?
You’ve been at that adding machine
Marking, middling, and mlexing
Through the morass of figures
And the ends still don’t meet.
We’re pulling for your venture and
We believe in you! Keep your spirits and
Will it Charlie.
Good fortune will shine someday
And if it doesn’t, just remember
You still have us, and we don’t care if
The ends still don’t meet.
We’ll spend whole days in bed.
You say a white collar makes happiness, but
Will it Charlie?
