Pitiful Salesman

I have an old neighbor friend
These days he talks to himself
He worries me without end
His past in reach on the shelf

It seems like he should be happy
He's got a kind, loyal wife
Two sons look up to their Pappy
But he lives in his guilt and strife

“A loan” from me every week
But he won’t take any job
And he only seems to speak
As if I'm a foolish slob

He’s supposed to be in sales
But these days he can only sell
Pleas for mercy that pales
To the heat within his hell

My son has great success
Next grandson we’re now expecting
His sons did much less
He's always bitterly correcting

Delusional counsel is soured
By worshipping power
Wants them testosterone powered
The confidence card tower

He is totally unhappy
And life makes him totally afraid
His sons womanize like pappy
And are stuck with the bed they made

I think if he never learns
He’ll get taken out
By the wages he earns
Will his sons figure this out?