Businessman

He pushed - and then he pushed again -
And when he could no longer push he pushed some more.
He had it all - for a moment.
But the moment didn’t last,
And was just the transition before the balls began to fall.
Juggling his life, desperate for success,
Karate-man had the glamour,
The car,
The bird,
The big house,
Money,
Affairs -
Status.
His health went first.
Kidneys, I believe,
But who cares?
It made no difference,
It all began to crumble away.
Built on fast talk and illusions,
In a pseudo-world of deals and regulations,
He played the game like it was a game to be played,
Divorced from reality.
The pornography of business-speak seduced him:
He didn’t realise it was just that,
Fantastical delusion.
When he went down he fought like he thought all good businessmen should -
High drama, an exploding engine, a big crash.
Last I heard of him he was in a nursing home,
Body smashed.
But who knows?
You can’t live your life from the outside, like the world says you should -
You live it from the inside, and the reality you create reflects YOU!
Actually - that’s what he did.