day job dependency

everyone who has one
thinks everyone else
should have one

as punishment
or revenge
or obligatory indenture

fuck day jobs
that suck the joy
from the day

fuck day jobs
that waste time & energy
more than detroit ever did

fuck day jobs
that demean & debilitate
& cost a million species

work is
the highest expression
of our best selves

anything less is suicide
annihilation of our souls
for material survival

homelessness
apt reward
to indolence

how dare you know how
to be productive
without a boss

how dare you
organize
your own time

you need a day job
you have to pay
to play

following your instincts
is dangerous
who knows where you’ll go

a little knowledge
is dangerous
freedom is lethal

you need a keeper
someone should
tell you what to do

for just enough pay
to get barely by
to spend too much

to own too many things
to want too much space
to hog up the whole world

you need a job
to justify your existence
otherwise, you’re worthless

get a job
get a haircut
you’re a bum

why do we give in
to this crap
why put it on replay in our heads

everyone who has one
thinks everyone else
should have one

should shoulder the pain
stiff upper lip
leave your emotions at the door

tactics of the workaholics
our heroes in this land
of the do-too-much

(cuz we consume too much
take too much, hurt too much
trash too much, complain too much)

but never mind that
look to the gods of industry
& the goddesses of media

note the rewards of frenzied activity
the satisfactions of owning it all
being the biggest money-grubber

of course
a day job
won’t get you there

copyright 2007 by Kia Gabrielle McLean