A short poem about my "ho hum" working day…

Behind the cliche`s of the travelling salesman…

So this is my life…

Market dreams don’t always lead to happy ever after…

I’ve grown weary of the insane knuckleheads, obsessed in thinking that it’s their job to make sure the vast majority that understand giving or taking a few minutes is meaningless, stay as anal as they are, about always being “right on time”.