The Pitcher in the Rye

Tech savviness drips from his lips, his fingers twitch, he itches to switch up his pitch.

Just one more stitch.

Onboard the dashboard, wait.

Let's fast forward to the future with no cords.

We must capitalize.

We see the prize in his eyes.

He's got pride in disguise.

Customer acquisition is his sole position. Launching mergers until his critical function reaches the unknown junction.

This guy could sell meat to a vegetarian, he could make a Buddhist out of a Presbyterian,

Suspend your disbelief, he mutters,

A milky magician, he's got the cow by the udders.