The Clothes Make The Man

Welcome to the top,
This is what you've always wanted,
Working hard non-stop,
Your time and effort have not been sqaundered,
Welcome to the top,
This is where you want to be,
Working hard non-stop,
You've looked so hard that you can't see.

Big black desk in a room with a view,
All the lowly mionions will report to you,
Tailored coat hangs off your shoulders,
You're at the top, like you always told her,
And why not revel in what you've gained,
Your shoes are shined and your hair is sprayed,
And if it's true that the clothes make the man,
You're made, and I'm sure she'll understand.

© Saxon Drury-Godden, 06.