Work Love Poem by Ghost Legend

I was brought up on love,
Something called "you'd find the one."
Grew up, realized that's solved.
You don't have to look, no.
You don't have to look, man.
The money's where it is now.

Decisions, what decisions?
Sell it to the highest bidder!

It's about position and influence,
Tuition, and vetting.
It's not what you know, but whom you know.
Your conscience? Forget it.
Painful regrets aren't what we deal with,
Just a salary lesson.
Tell her we'll get the new dude fired,
He'll never be ready.

But everyone likes how he looks, though.
Enough to return the kindness.
And if he's too proud to get low,
Then he'll have to be blinded,
Bounded, rounded out,
Because we're not in business
To be shut down.

I was brought up on love, man,
And I've found the one.