The Businessman Poem by Craig Piercy

Spick-and-span, clean shaven
Living in their own haven

Dressed so proper, looking like a copper
With a determination on their faces
All looking for their station in life
As if they want to rule the nation

Wanting to be better, improve, and be something
Make something of themselves

They wear suits
Shiny shoes, we all look amused

For the businessman, a true individual
With tons of residual
They compete, shuffling their feet
Moving to various beats

With a true desire to really fire
You can't beat the true businessman!