Tell me if the compromise was worth it.
The office is a brothel too, you know.
Find a bigger wave, and learn to surf it,
And soon you’ll have a better place to go,
If you so wish – if you can whore around,
And just forget that someone might get hurt.
Don’t stop to scrape your morals from the ground.
Hey, look – another mug with whom to flirt.
Most marriages are prostitution, too –
And who exactly has the right to judge?
You might live in a big house with sea view.
You might find time to cultivate a grudge
Or twenty – and why should I envy that,
Or wish to soil your "you-aint-welcome" mat?