Vision? Nary!

I see businessmen as clowns.
I see business clowns with cell phones who wander about the city talking loudly to each other (while they are two feet or less apart) about their hot business deals.
I see them bustle to and fro with an angry busy look on their faces, attache cases swinging at the ready, clutched with an iron grip.

I see business clowns as go go dancers at trendy clubs, walking on treadmills in cages.

I see clowns as process servers.
“You’re served, sucker.”
I see clowns as G-men.
Clowns as construction workers.

I see clowns as roofing crews, the big shoes a great help in securing a balance up-a-top.

I see clowns to bag your groceries in plastic.
I see clowns who run for office. More than usual; loud and proud.
I see clowns who take their place in the sciences.
I see clowns who calculate interest rates.

In short, I see clowns.