Griefcase

by Surreal as Sunlight

The dead leaves sponged out from under my feet
I held my black and white print newspaper over my head like a business man
Except I was not wearing a suit

Yet I swiftly walked the street like a New York business man
And I held all your troubles in my hand by way of a griefcase

And this is my work
My case is full of my concern
For your well being
Business as usual

Let me take your troubles.
I'll file them awayto be organized years later

And every other Friday will be payday
Where I'll realize how much love I have
I'll just gain more and more
As I am promoted through the positions

I'll bring home the love for everyone
and we can share it together and bathe in it
And we won't need anything else
Because all you really need is love.