830 at the coffeehouse that is rapidly becoming my home
the line is almost out the door
worker-bee's who need their caffeine
worker-bees who drive into the mall parking lot to access the specialness of this multinational behemouth
half of them must work in the shoppes here
its easy to tell the shoppers from the workers by the way they walk in the door
a vapid docile semi-smile denotes the shopper
the just got beat up by my alarm clock look is the worker

that chipmunk-cheeked  sherriff better stop smirking at me
or he is going to have to explain the bandage on his cheek
where the neanderthal man bit him
hes the kind of guy people call "big guy"
meaning going to fat
meaning "lay off the  donuts"

he may have once been in shape
he may even fancy himself a tough guy
without that badge im giving him my hard ass stare
and asking if he's got a problem
but he 's got a gun too
and a partner
but if he decides to hassle me im going to sweep the leg,
roll on top
and bite a hole in his face
and then he and his partner can beat me uncouncious as they try to recover the slab of flesh from my mouth

neanderthals smiles are alot like those of the other larger primates
we aren't smiling
we are baring our teeth
warning you of impending future events
smiles of friendship are the cro-magnon bastardiztion of the primate code
they smile to sell you bullshit
they smile to get you to sign your life away
they smile before they fuck you
but they do it all legal like

the more of california i see the more i miss the high desert
the stillness
the pitch black skies
the decided lack of people
lord grant me the serenity to keep my teeth to myself
lord spare this poor cop weeks of explanations




 

the job continuum
i was once eager to help
my mood is cheerful by default
im a surly employee because of many bad work relationships

the envelope of hundred dollar bills is half the size it was
now is the time to think clearly
or piss it away
risk insolvency?

i shall downshift
trucks use low gear

friends with jobs
thats my gameplan
i dont work for strangers
i dont work for corporations
unless they are run by family

running out of my inner circle
this last job worked great until it didnt
the joke stopped being funny
about how i was savagely wasting my time
for filthy lucre

i royally fucked the tennis job up
but me working 2 jobs?
and drinking like a rugby player?
who saw how that ends a mile away?

me fucking up jobs is WHY i am where i am today
in this lofty post on the outside of society
id post up closer but
jeez-
society
you are a bit 2 sweaty for me
i posted up on you the correct way in my teens-20's and thirties

i played that hard "D"

if i find a job that looks "fun" ill take it
i thought poker might be easier
poker is hard
im way too hopeful for the game
im way too loose
im a good guy to have at a table
the pots swell because of my disregard for the gaming tokens

my disregard for the value is supposed to be an asset in the game
but i keep getting bluffed by big tough guys
bluffed off a flush at chester
bluffed off a solid pair
by total air
total air 93 bucks and fifty bucks
i should grow some balls
if im going home broke anyway
go broke on the hero call
go home a broken hero
or grow the stack to heroic proportions!

WORKERS MANTRA-

work is a drug
work is self abuse,
worse than any anorexic
work stifles the self,
                                in pursuit of what?

what makes you think pictures of assholes interest me in the slightest?

work is a maschistic pursuit of future freedom
what about now?

for a chance to never work again i drearily trudge to work each day
boarding trains with souless, unsmiling zombies
the workforce
the work farce
work for yourself, not others
if stuck in a system exploit the flaws
find the soft spot
be the sand that grinds the machine to a halt
be a predator
the man you see smiling and seeming to comply is just waiting for the signal
a predator
the smile is the bait
if you are lucky i will grab a tube of lube when the tables turn
i spit the bit
refuse to do idiotic things
i have a black belt in fucking shit up
as a courtesy i havent yet
im waiting for you to really fuck up
so i can pursue my own dreams whatever they are

so its raining and im thankful im not at work
out in it
waiting for a train to come
waiting for 3 o'clock
they fired me the day before the solar furnace got good and fired up
     the first day of summer
i was grateful
as my skin was still glowing a rosy red from the last day of spring
when i stood 21 feet the wrong way
the boss was just itching to fire me
i could easily have held onto the job and suffered
but i was done suffering
done with earning for awhile
not even close to broke
more cash flowing in and out than ever before
i was doing things like taking my check to the casino
clearly not harry-like
if the department of labor comes thru the job nets 82 k a year
a half year of that is cool with me
thats 4 harry years of work
harry's live on about 10-12 k a year
thats all i need
low expenses
i stuck with it as long as i could
6 months of time appreciation
6 months of distraction
now i should be like a racehorse when the gate opens
but once again i stare monumental laziness in the face
if im gonna waste my time
why not get paid for it?
ill give myself a week to adapt my rhythm
to find the right rhythm
the muses rhythm
o muse o muse wherever you are
o wait
there she is
in the copious notes i took trackside
waiting for trains
work limericks, notions, things the sun tried to tell me
here comes the sun

limericks-my green nettle tea
helps me be the future me
time machiine in grees

my green nettle tea
fights my hunger wars with me
bored eating aint me

my green nettle tea
aloows me to think more clearly
best of all it's free

boredome
 vanishes
as i sing my songs at work
a tool for the man?

whistle while you work
mind control for seven dwarves
work happy, earn more

dwarves paid per coal pound
incentive to rape the earth
dwarves move on to shale

on shit taking:
life as a shit taking contest?
rich people don't have to take any
they hire people to take it for them
unless they marry wrong
fullyu developed humans do not have to take any either
every now and then maybe, for the short term
in pursuit of a tangible goal
but three years of shit was never going to be taken by me
6 onths was pushing the ourside of the envelope
every now and then you gotta take a little?
mmmm
sounds pavlovian to me
superheroish
working man...takes shit better than anyone in the universe
watch him defuse his crappy boss
incredibly thinck skin
no olfactory organs what soever!

rethinking writing-
that wasn't in our genetics
look to the fossil record
we were artists
painting buffalo on the wall, being human
all of a sudden writng develops out of nowhere when some alien lands here and subjugates us
injecting their alien dna into us
playing god and now we scribble?
this should be the last thing you ever read!
go back to the cave walls
reading is depression
the more you read the more depressed you get
reading is a tool to keep power in the hands of those who invented writing and money

why is the word "paying" sp close to the word "pain"
thats not an accident
same with mortgage...death is in the word
the word bankers are trying to sell you each day
death for sale
work sounds an awful lot like war too

standing in the rain
isnt quite as romantic
for an hourly wage

sixteen bucks an hour
gets my minimal focus
its limerick time

out flow the lim-ricks
as i stand on the train tracks
amiling at the rain

new levels of suck
with ev ree wasted minute
poems unwaste time

end cell phone tyranny
why do i have to carry this gps around?
for work?
not that important.
what kind of emergency could there be where i need to be notified immediately?
write me a letter, send me an email, call my landline
ill leave my cell at hime
turn it into a landline
check it when i come home

work is for the unimaginative, who cant figure out a way to make it in the world.  whose born without hustle.  work is a temporary bridge towards something satisfying and enriching.  I'm not talking about making lemons from lemonade here.  Alot of places will gladly crush your soul for what seems to be fair compensation for your hard work. 
work is sick calculus, by perverted mathemticians whovalue your free time a lot less than you do,
do as little as possible, just enough to get by. always leave the bosses wanting more. 
you need to work just hard enough that it will cost them more money and effort to hire your replacement.
unless you are working for a friend
work for your friends
help your friends
corporations arent people, they are what is wrong with the world
work local
work for an ideal, a mission
if you are on a mission, money aint the thing
but make sure you arent sucked into some greedfucks twisted corporate fantasy
the tom sawyer thing where he gets you to do his job for him and takes the sweetest and ripest fruits that you harvest
there are some very persuasive folks out there trying to get you to do thier bidding
RESIST THE BORG
the corporate borg

ok!
last blog i start i promise?
why work is for suckers?
to get the word out about CA$$HOLES and CASHOS
Ca$$holes are who we all wind up working for
they are the pricks who need to hire managers to watch their money because they are greedy fucks with multiple businesses
greedfucks who got bailed out
grredfucks with uncles in the business