What Does It Profit

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He sat in my office with a ten-dollar coffee
And a haircut that cost more than my nicest suit
He talked about his most recent trip down to Disney
And how tired he was of eating organic fruit

He complained about the cost of gas to fill up
The truck he bought in cash that cost more than my house
He complained about how greedy his kids had gotten
Not to mention how he'd fallen out of love with his spouse

He complained about how Congress doesn't listen
To the "hardworking American man."
Then talked about the round of golf he'd play most mornings
Before he went into the office at ten. 

Then I asked him why he'd come to sit in my office
And he said "It makes no sense to me at all,
I bought my kids everything they could ever ask for
But now they won't even take my phone call."

He said "I've got no reason to keep living,
But I've got no good reason to die,
So I sit in my home and feel very alone
But I never did learn how to cry.

"And the job where I spent the last forty years
Told me no one needs my expertise anymore,
So they hired some little girl just out of school
And they walked me right out the door.

"So I drove myself home and I poured a scotch
And I wondered why I'm still around. 
Now I've got to figure out what I'm going to do
Until it's time to put me in the ground."