It was long years ago, I took the fifteenth day
to suffer hour on hour, the usual way:

Deduce the bottom line in dollars, even cents.
It makes no sense, no sense.

And even worse the guilty pang -
The overwhelming  sturm und drang
that one day soon, the pinstripe suit,
the man that makes my machinations moot

will tap tap tap on my metaphorical door
and I will be at liberty no more!