Monday, February 29, 2016

After Life: Poetic Justice

I go to work at 12 or 9
At the convenience store, I wait in line
At work, I do something monotonous
Something robotic, something autonomous

This is what I do in my life
This is not what I live for all the time
There is this thing called after life
In which I use my free time

I don't work for money
It's not even really about the food
Sure, I don't need cable or electricity
I've got a job for me

I have a job, so I don't get in trouble
I have job, so my adventures double
So, I can give into temptation
In the future, so I can travel the nation
I work to enjoy what I love
Strive for something that's above
Look for the greatness hidden in the light
My job isn't work, my job is for my after life.


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