When I worked for my dad, he used to say
that a paycheck was its own incentive;
well, I guess one can look at it that way,
but I prefer something more inventive.
Sure, I like what I do enough at times
to work extra hours and not complain;
but my sense of great inequity climbs
and I find dealing with others a pain.
Fulfilled? I suppose. There’s cash in the bank,
some bright business cards displaying my name,
and occasional bits of gratitude.
But don’t expect me to profusely thank
you for trifles; work is work, just the same,
at times rewarding – that’s my attitude.
09 MAR 2003
for LJ user draggingmuppets