Fat Head

Go ahead and pretend as if these white walls, gray cubicles, standard sized cabinets
make you someone important if it makes you feel better.
It may make you feel as if you made a difference
but I will never be fooled by your motivation.
Act as if you are the ruler of the boxed kingdom because you sold a cool million.
You're already spent that fat commission check in your head on that new grown up toy
while countries rot in poverty, while the homeless lay on your street corners.
You pass them every day on your way to your fancy home.
Children starve and forests burn but you've nothing to worry about.
Smile because you scored that last sale to surpass your budget.
Sit in your cushioned chair and state of the art computer
while a single mother of four is on her knees to bring home dinner.
It's your pleasure and her sacrifice but you'll be safely tucked into your corporate security.
Go on and act as if you are far better then the girl who brings your cocktails, working to survive,
or better than that man with calloused hands whose been working for fifty years and will get nothing.
Feel better that you'll never have to see their pain because you are blinded by your arrogance.
Go on and believe filling your wallet with empty pieces of paper.
Your heart will grow empty no matter how fat your head gets.