MR. SMOOTH’S CHAUFFEUR
Mr. Smooth has a splendid social life.
He’s got adoring kids and a loving wife.
He’s a well-educated gentleman,
knowing so much, still learning all he can.
He’s got a pleasant way of winning friends:
the rich and the wretched, the saints and the fiends.
So likable, so popular is he
that he’s the guy most people want to be.
I envy him his glamorous fame.
I admire his reputable name.
But I don’t have much to offer.
I’m just his lowly chauffeur,
waiting at his limo’s steering wheel,
as he closes every winning deal.
Mr. Smooth heads the boardrooms, makes much wealth;
got a great sculpted body, superb health;
and women swoon when he greets them hello;
most men smirk then smile when he had to go.
He’s got me waiting a bit longer now;
so unusual, much like breaking a vow.
Security said Mr. Smooth did decide
to call it quits, then gulped down cyanide!!
Remarks by the author, Rom Naces:
still puzzles me no end…some guys who seemed to have it all already…apparently successful in so many ways.. then so suddenly leaped to their deaths from skyscrapers. .or blast their brains away…why, life is a pointless passion? i personally know a number of these types.
but why did they do it? ..with their affluence and influence, if they wanted to die anyway, they could have joined humanitarian / volunteer service organizations. .and get killed in heroic action helping the many less fortunate on this planet..still puzzles me no end.. here are some lines about it i want to share with you all