By the tenth

The hard hat hugs his hairy ears
His moist beady eyes are exposing nine o clock fears
10 stories up and he´s still telling me the second
About biding my time before I force a reckon

By the third story there were humble explanations
About the changing world and it´s lords anticipations
By the fourth he mentioned the chance of desperation
That a piece of the pie may be gained free of expectations

By the fifth his moist beady eyes blinked and bulged
and his discourse onto personal ambition rolled
Each man has his plan and his ultimate dream
he a modest constructor man or so it simply seemed

By the sixth there was a mix of glances
words about the value men place on their chances
And revolving floors where the nimble dare to dance
By the seventh we decided where amenities should enhance

By the eighth there was an attempted check mate in behaviour
Not a blink as good natured moist eyes reversed his bishop to save it
The ninth was a satified grin that seemed to dim the grimness of a tuesday
making the morning a few shades lighter from it´s imposing all encompassing grey

The tenth was a discussion about the future and definite wealth
Words that inspired the feeling of making money and health
By the tenth I can say I was quite convinced
That the deal was sound, I´ve gained ever since