The Businessman

The first to come was odd as well, What profession, I could not tell, He was a Businessman, you see, And whom I tell would not agree, He dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, And looked as if still in his teens, For he was lean, but also tough, Not tall, not short, but just enough, Along with him he had two packs, One in his hand, one on his back, He owned a business few would know, And by his clothes, it just might show, He worked online, and offline too, But all his customers were few, But why was he along this journey? His business partners were too nerdy! He partied as his weekend job, The other businessmen were slobs, Who wished to plan in some odd way, To make more money every day! "They waste their time at work instead, Of resting all those stressed out heads!" But this man did not just leave, Just because he could not receive, Business partners that had some fun, His profits here were almost done, Payment was dropping, and he knew, And so he found out what to do, He would move someplace where he, Could go to make better money, And so he ventures on his way, To Amsterdam, where he will stay.