Yet another sideways mood
overtaken at sunrise by it
contemplating
the core of it over
a bowl of
granola
Awoken with it lying in bed next to me
On my pillow with me
Looking into my waking eyes
The simplest desire of all humankind
The one universal truth other than death
The single most shared emotion and
resentment
On Earth
Is the one of having to get up every
morning
And go to the job
I don’t care how good the job may be
and I don’t care
about those who love their work
like their work colleagues
their co-workers
Even if my career involved waking up at noon
and
Hanging out with international rock stars
Even if I could stay in bed and interview
world-famous
Actors and actresses
Over the telephone for a few hours a day
and
Thousands of pounds a week -
I would come to r e s e n t it
There is no time for work
WORK -
To assist another in attaining a final
product that
As recently as a few years back
You had no knowledge of whatsoever
So really how much can it all mean
Sick of it all again
Sick of red wine
Red meat
Sick of bleeding hearts and liars
Sick of both the demands of life and the
lack thereof
Work…
There is no reasonable justification for
this
I have far too many other things to figure
out.