Muscle Poems

                                      –for people who work

 

 

We’re always missing a party

When we look up at the moon

 

There is trial and tribulation

On Friday nights alone

 

Weekends off,

Our bodies can’t sit still

 

We cannot taste food

Because others of us will

 

On vacation

We may have missed the boat

We may think

Because that’s all she wrote

 

Escaping to somewhere

There are only a few hours 

 

Sitting at desks

We hope we’re admired

Then after a caffeined day

We go home tired

 

I don’t think this song

Can give you lottery numbers

I don’t know what ever will

 

I can only think myself

Into the power of my will

 

Complaints are music

In the coffee stained

Corners of an angry walled-in structure

In groggy break room culture

 

Why can’t work be play, I say!?

If we learned to play

Who would run the show?

 

 

It may not get better

Than this present moment

It’s what we are working for

So the others can own it

 

Take our lives off the menu tray!

Living like this may be only today

If the working wheel hits ya,

Then get off

There are other ways,

There are other ways

 

Say you have a hobby

And it turns into a gig

Looking at the working world

Just as it is.

Playing the drums for the grand shindig

 

Laugh all the way to the bank

With your ideal

Don’t give up

It’s not your last thing

 

Do you love something?

Cmon, do you really love something?

 

Break free of a dirty business deal

Then weekends are where it starts.

A show, some friends,

And a fancy meal.

And someplace to start.