Type A

Music & Lyrics: John Forster

The CEO of an S&L was an Class A SOB.
His MO went from PDQ right up through ASAP.
FYI GOP. MBA USC. By the way, totally--
Type A.

This CEO...his S&L...its P&L...NG.
FDIC real PO'ed, not to mention the SEC.
S&L gonna fail; FBI on his trail; SOS. Time to bail.
Type A.

Copping Z's, BVD's, 4 AM he wakes.
His head aches like TNT, anxiety, the shakes.
This is not PMS; better call EMS.
The EMS takes the BQE, heading North on FDR.
At NYU, it makes a U, straight on into the ER.
They give the guy a CAT, an MRI, an EKG.
By the bye, they notice he's
Type A,
Not B, Not Q, not R, not S,
But A, i.e., the guy's a mess.

He has TB. He has VD. He has BO. PU.
His EEG is not OK, which KO's his IQ.
2 RN's, 1 MD...all agree: RIP,
Unless he learns to be
Type B.

Now the RX from his MD it was mainly R&R.
Some NFL, some T&A.
Some TLC. He'll soon be up to par.
Though you feel AOK, you could be DOA
Unless you learn to be
Type B.

QED.

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