Tin Men

Tin men.

Your cufflinks shine like diamonds, you’re shaking hands and smiling

You’re polished and professional, handsome and beguiling.

The salesman of the hour, who everybody knows.

You shake hands `with your clients, shake hands with your foes,

The sales director’s prize guy,you can do no wrong. 

Until a better offer,and more money comes along.

We’re dealing with the tin men, they’re in the trade for life.

They hardly see the children, never see the wife.

Once you’re in the industry, once you’re in the trade

“Hit your targets sonny boy,  and all of us are made.”

Someday when you’re older they’ll put you on the shelf.

You’re focused on performance, networking and wealth.

We are all just tin men going round and round.

Mingling and interacting and focused on the pound.

Watching all the tin men in their fancy suits.

Polishing their ego’s shining up their boots.

Measuring performance,” The data never lies!”

“Practicing the sales pitch. Thinking bluer skies!”

“To get the bigger picture, if you follow me!”

If you have a problem “ Run it up my tree! “

You got your fancy motorcar

You got your credit card.

You gotta sell, sell sell today

“Really go in hard.!”

Targets are your focus,

Money is your friend

You’d sell your Granny’s soul, you would.

Just tin men to the end.