See me, I'm not free Expensive, that is For by the hour don't you bother Annual is a steal But you'd better be for real Picky state in which you live Worklife oxymoron sieve Marketing is a glow-worm In the letters, advertising places On the signed dotted sublime Contract bright yellow stun-gun Allegiance to the center Head to hindquarters Leader rearing one self Not after another More and binders Worn-out blinders It ain't hypocrisy if you can't Hear the tears in your shed