It feels stupid
while you are doing it
but what you are doing
is called living
and I
want you
to know
that it is
a
fucking
revolutionary
activity!
It feels stupid
while you are doing it
but what you are doing
is called living
and I
want you
to know
that it is
a
fucking
revolutionary
activity!
what is my work
what is my job?
materials everywhere
and tons of contrivances
a net amount of flesh is totally involved
but my overall energy levels
spell the death of hustle
and when I stop:
the slight taste of iron
and what is my wages?
well, it must be something
visible only
from very far away