"Who are you and what do you want?"
The miser yells at me.
"A steady job with decent pay."
I meekly reply.

The miser yells at me,
"Scrub the floors and speak not a word."
I meekly reply,
"Yes, sir."

Scrub the floors and speak not a word.
Monotonous but constant work.
"Yes, sir,"
the only words I had to speak.

Monotonous but constant work,
Social climbing's rather tedious.
The only words I had to speak,
Are lovely, nice and modest.

Social climbing's rather tedious,
Eating food unfit for human consumption.
"It's lovely, nice and modest."
The lies I say to the obvious opulence.

Eating food unfit for human consumption.
It's how I made my rise.
The lies I say to the obvious opulence.
Covering up my unlying face.

It's how I made my rise,
Stabbing people in the back.
Covering up for the look on my unlying face,
I hired sleazy lawyers for that.

Stabbing people in the back,
I've long disassociated myself from that.
I hired the sleazy lawyers for that,
I no longer need the parties.

I've long disassociated myself from that
Caring about my status.
I no longer need the parties,
All those people unnerve me.

Caring about my status,
I look at the throngs outside my factory gates.
All those people unnerve me,
I realize I must change.

I look at the throngs outside my factory gates,
I think about the things I never had.
I realize I must change,
I bring a young man up to my office.

I think about all the things I never had,
A steady job and decent pay,
I bring that young man into my office.
"Who are you and what do you want?"

-- K Calhoun

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