

Its business related


Her passion for business,
In its exquisite nature.
As she demonstrates practice without shouting,
And constant backlash.
Without the cursing.
Anyone could wonder why someone would put themselves through so much torture,
so much taken aback.
But it’s a spin cycle and a beautiful smile and wave that meets her chart.
You could value at the customers,
or weigh in on the tyrant feedback.
But when it goes so good, so well, and so hood,
It lures the discipline of self taught up-rightness.
It causes you to scrunch up your toes,
suck in your belly button, tighten your attitude, and blink past uncertainty.
It gives a money making world hope.
A hope that puts its people first, their respect.
And gauge at the uncanny.
Money comes as fast as the wind and leaves at the speed of light.
But what stays…
The thought of business.
A thought that holds integrity and stomps on red flags.
A beautiful timing.
There’s no such thing as a dying business or business failure.
When you repeat the order, carry out the process, and wink at desire,
Well…
You’ve found your business.
And you pay it some mind.
And to that you mind your business.
And your business becomes nobody’s business but the weak.
Whom they shall fall on a lawn chair for the power of money.
The power of timing, creation, upselling, and principles.
It’s the power of winning and making it to every sun rising.
A power that groups cycling and a will of trying.
Business is a hidden motivation that keeps a beat to keep beating,
With a rush hour so tempting,
A breath is never waiting.
When you see it, you keep it.
When you don’t, you need it.
If all else fails, remember the handshake,
Some days it’s your only debt collecting.