Valentimes part deux

Wow, seems like today everyone is trying to fuck me... and not in the good way, fucking bankers are a slimy, filthy lot, hell i should know i worked for the worst of the bunch at the Big World Bank Machine, but fucking hell i want to tell these yahoos that i've seen Glengary Glen Ross, i know all about the sales pitch, hell i used to be in that game though most of the time what i was peddling sold itself but puhlease motherfuckers just don't assume that cuz i don't tell you about my MBA that i'm some fucking rube (i don't have an MBA, i'm much to bright for that), hell i play the ponies and understand the numbers better than most, fucking killed the market when i felt like doing my homework and such but the action wasn't fast enough so i cashed out and went to the track, strip club and bar but what's the most fun is letting these little hamsters run their little asses off and then saying "uh, well, i know you make that deal sound all great but could i get some lube before i sign?  on second thought fuck it i ain't signing."  and of course suddenly rates just took a dip and i could get a better deal and they'll  throw in a puppy or some other perk that is really nothing more that a diversion from the smoke they blowin' but hell whatcha gonna do? well i'll tell ya... right now the calls ring through to voicemail and me and Nick D. gonna grub some lunch and listen to some vinyl and let the hamsters run... inching closer to the happiest hour... now more 'Mats...