#172 One Has Nothing to do With the Other

I drive a Monte Carlo

Just like my NASCAR heroes on the track

But when I took it out

It wouldn’t do 200 mph

I drove it to the dealer and took it back

Just the nameplate

Is shared between

A race car and one you can buy at home

The one has nothing to do with the other

Every day I go to work

I fix things all day

But when I get home

All I want to do is play

Won’t fix the car or the fridge

I call a repairman and pay

What I do for a living

Isn’t what I do at home

I can’t explain it

The one has nothing to do with the other

I have a fancy office

With leather chairs and fine art

I sculpt celebrities faces

When I check in on them I make notes on their chart

But if I saw someone hurt on the way home

I’d take a huge detour for a start

What I do as a doctor

I do it for money

I never do it for fun or for free

The one has nothing to do with the other

Every day I work hard

Cleansing the world of impurity

I enjoy it, I feel it’s important

If people look wrong, or just not like me

I gas them, I shoot them, I throw them in the sea

At quitting time I hang up my hat

I go to Worship, I work for charity

I help little old ladies with their groceries

I kiss my wife, hug my kids, and love my family

The work that I do

You might not like it, it’s true

But I’ll be proven moral, and right, in the end.

Alas

The one, has nothing to do, with the other