All your business suits lined up perfectly in the closet
Color coordinated they fall in an orderly row
Shoes lined up by color and quality below
Polished and shined for the protection of where they go

You step into a room with your business attire
For all to see and learn who you are
To further impress those you already know
Acting out a role of the elite until the night is over and it's time to go

You step into a room where I hold the remote alone
Buzzing through the video in the recorder
Hours and hours full of "self improve" and business shows
You stand in my view like you're something else
And you are
You're something I don't even know
You say hello
I mumble the same
You ask how my day went
I think to myself I haven't gotten up from this spot for a second since you left
But I tell you it was great
You ramble about some big shot that likes your ideas
How you've been offered a job
Because you have such a brilliant mind
I tell him that's wonderful asking him to look at the time
It's 10 past 4
Down on bended knee with buttons of his suit unclosed
He says he's sorry
I roll my eyes "I know, I know- let me guess
You got so involved in the cheap champagne
And business guru's with sticks up their asses
That the time just flew by in their precious world
You failed to see hours were quickly passing
Forgot you're married to a girl
Who'd be waiting up for you to come home
Waiting for you to take off those goddamn flashy clothes
And return to the simple man she once knew
The one who thought 'image is everything' was so lame
But is all of a sudden wallowing in all the fame it brings
Caring nothing more or nothing less for what used to matter
Just letting a haze drift over it all until it totally fades away
I'm okay when you're here with me
When we are anywhere together
But when you break out the suits
And the perfectly polished shoes
You're not the same
I'll never be in love with you when you're like this
And I rather you just go away"
The suit lies in a jumble on the bathroom floor
Rather than placed in the bag, on hanger, for the dry cleaners

I walk into the room as he lays in bed alone
My favorite CD's in the stereo drone on and on
He begs me to lie beside him
So he can wrap his arms around my body and hold me close
I throw the covers off him and see he's wearing normal clothes
I turn the lights off crawling into bed with the door closed
His hands find my arms and wraps them around him
And he tells me he'd do anything
He never wants to let me go
I ask if the guru's know anything about him
He doesn't know
"I guess all I am to them IS the clothes"
I say take it all off, go in something simple
If they really are interested in more than your look
That should be enough to make this job work

He walks into the room where I sit alone
Tears in his eyes, tears stains on a plain polo shirt
He wraps me in his arms
And I wrap him in mine
He asks how my day was
I say fine
Then he lets it all go
Sobs that shake us both
"The guru's...the guru's...
You're right! They're jerks!
They didn't want my ideas
They wouldn't even stop to hear what else I have in mind
They took one look at me and said ' No thanks, without you, we'll be alright'
They let me go, they laid me off
All because I wasn't professionally kept
All because of my clothes, the simple way I dressed!"
I say I'm sorry that's how society works, but this wasn't the right time anyway
Keep hope
You will find someone who passes over the surface to go straight to the dir

------- Author's Notes -------

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