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I can’t imagine having a job
I like enough to go on strike –
If you want it, come and get it,
I’ll be on my bike.
I guess I’m lucky enough to know
I can always find another one –
It’s just as rubbish as the last,
But then, who works for fun ?

I can’t imagine having a job,
In any worthwhile medium –
Is there dignity in labour ?  Sure,
But far more tedium.
I know some folks who love their work,
But I can’t plug into that socket –
Am I enriching the world right now,
Or just my boss’s pocket ?

I can’t imagine having a job,
Except to keep me warm and fed –
Just think of all I could achieve,
If I only stayed in bed !
Time’s too short to not be treasure –
Count the moments, not the weeks…
Let’s live our lives for love and leisure,
Like the ancient Greeks !