woodandhoney

How do you know this is significant work?

What makes you love this?

Is it the money?

The vacations you go on?

Or do you go on them so you can miss this?

I wish I could love it too

But all I see is drudgery

And I don’t understand how every other business man

can speak with authority on all the things they don’t know

and coat their voice with the certainty that they own you

But then again, maybe they do.

Why else would we give so much?

We want their money

like they want our servitude.

Unfair as it may be,

I imagine overweight men with expensive haircuts

on the other side of the phone

And I must make an effort to recognize voices

(“Don’t you know who I am?”)

After all, they have so much

I have so little,

it’s only right I should know.

I don’t love this, I don’t even like this sometimes

but I live in America

I can drive

I can vote

I can sleep with whomever I want

and it’s still not quite enough

to quell all the wanting that makes me head feel like it’s on fire

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