Faint, The – Total Job

Sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine

A safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night

A nurse in an ambulance rides

He “don’t deserve it”, the patient is right

Career

Serious

There are times when I miss the appeal

Long black cars driven close to the lawn

Straight legged slacks and the shine of the chauffer’s garb

The lawyer with an eloquent tongue

He sways the verdict, the jury is numb

Career

Serious

There are times when I miss the appeal

Energy that pulls us toward it

To feel the total job

No economic success

To get the total job

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