WORK

i don't want to be
a good man
anymore
and rise
spry and righteous
and carry this
thing
on my crooked old back

don't want
to be this
or do this
or sing this same
sad song
and save my art
for saturday
and wish
wish
wish
and want
want
want
and gonna do
gonna be
gonna
gonna
gonna

don't want
no goddamn
I-D
punch clock
on time
every time

ain't no
employee
of the month
and rather
just sit hungry
in the cold
and shiver
in my lonely
bed
and dream
myself
young
and
strong
and fearsome
and free
amen