Gainfully unemployed
Today.
I have the whole fucking day to myself.
I could go shopping,
I could take three naps,
I could watch Netflix.
The whole fucking day!
There was a time,
I’ll plot and dream about a day like this in rebellion,
For five minutes after my alarm goes off.
Before finally dragging myself out of bed,
To start a day that was almost completely not my own.
I plotted, I prayed
And somehow I just fell out of it,
Like a grain of beans
Slipping through the fingers
That carry all the others on their capitalist journey.
And here I am today,
Captain of this motherfucking ship.
Now, where do I steer it?