Everything is a fucking pitch.
Nobody cares, they just ask,
So that you make them rich.
Just another contact, a task.

No real sincerity,
Just out for them.
No more humility,
Watch out for them.

They ask how you are doing,
Hoping you aren't doing well,
You see, while you're fuming,
They have a solution to sell.

And the solution is just for you,
As long as you don't need it!
Because when you're feeling blue,
They don't want you to see it…

Unless you've got the green.
See what I mean?!

Not about helping, or caring,
Just about the money, and it's glaring.

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