Pains of Writing for Daily Bread: A Poem
Remember that job from nine to five
with everything being merely routine
at six o'clock feeling good to be alive
by now you surely know what I mean.
Those days are gone, a new boss is here
he does not care should you show up late
and you don't get fired for having that beer
but his whip says it all----create, and create!
No weekends for writer with an assignment
his mind secretly working twenty four seven
and so much of life seems out of alignment
getting up at eight, maybe in bed by eleven.
With no encyclopedia in his mind
he's got to research his next theme
and with no designate time to unwind
but to admit it goes against self-esteem.
It may turn into a sort of an addiction
laptop becoming something like shrine
and now it's nothing but big contradiction
as planning good times turns into deadline.
Well, of course, all this is but an exaggeration
of a lazy writer who just won't be annoyed
not having a clue about business elation
merely opting to stay unemployed.