I didn’t mind the work
writing things for a living
I’d wanted that since I was five
but dealing with the people
thinking & acting
like life was a race
work as a competition
for love from the boss
the creeping & bleeding stories
to make others look bad
got in the way
of the good times to be had
I tried to say just do your job
take the money home
get your love outside
of these grey walls
but no not for them
no love at home
no cat no dog
no loving wife
to throw a bone
so for them
the place to earn this
was there
the place called work
& that is what my love
of the writing became
work
& now thankfully
I don’t have to do that