"Compromise"

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?