WORK SONG#1

Work -The four-letter word tied to our fate
Enslaves the spirit during out pubescent state

It’s an entrapment we think fills all our needs
But its only really benefits the masters of greed.

Work - A story of lies will always get you the pay
I’ve done it more times than I care to say

Though, once I fell off my ladder of lies
But landed in a garden of lucky surprise.

It began, as always, with an innocent tale
A story of employment in the sign-posting world

I bragged that I’d worked in the U S of A
Climbing the scaffold for aerial displays

My master said son, “If that is the case,
Then climb up this ladder and show me your pace.”

He left me alone while I stumbled up high
But I soon lost my head in a vertigo cry.

As I wobbled on stilts, applying paper to paste
The wind whipped around me and splattered my face

The paper slipped down, nearly taking me too
After five minutes of frustration I didn’t know what to do.

My master returned in the nick of time
Smiling broadly at this battle of mine

“Well, I guess this ain’t for you he said with a grin
So come on down before you cause a great sin.”

As I sat in the office feeling humilities hell
The Gods smiled too, at my inept portrayal

Of a worker who climbs to the stars just to smell
The odor of money at the bottom of a pail.


So when my master emerged from the cavern of fate
He applauded my brass balls and the smarts that it takes

To lie and face up to the realities of truth
Because what else can you do when your lie comes unloose!

So seeing I wasn’t a fool, just a liar
He gave me a job in the office as his squire

A position that suited me just to a tee
Because as an Englishman I loved morning tea.

I worked there three months massaging my career
Til my American wife dragged me over here.

Now I’m not sorry to say I preferred to make the move
But my master was heartbroken when he heard the news.


So the moral of this story, if you really need one
Is work is for horses and fools - so just have some fun!