Last year I voided the business blather,
Let go what the company calls profession:
The grind for promotion, the schizo stress on
The rotten rungs of the corporate ladder.
They flung my human skills like cannon fodder
Into product wars for market conquest and
I gave them free my overtime, no question,
Even brought their work home, for my own slaughter.
When people ask me now, What do you do?
I tell them that I loafe, invite my soul,
Court wind and sun, and in the garden woo
The muse that sings my child of Adam whole.
Now the only business that I pursue
Is to keep my number on the payroll.
[1987]
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