carpe diem my ass chairman mao once advised the comrades to be happy in their work but that's hard to do when your work has begun to suck shit through a paper straw & you feel useless as tits on a boar hog i once loved my job greeted each day with amazement at what i would accomplish that day but somewhere along the line it became repetitive bullshit the same cops & robbers the same stale politicians spouting the same self-serving jive the same meaningless meetings with petty complaints ego trip posing & delusions of grandeur i resent it now until the resentment shines like a patina on fine old wood it burns off me it glows like an aura & it's visible to everyone & especially my boss he's near to firing my ass i can read it on his face but i'm past the point of caring even if at my age finding a new rice bowl will be difficult at best the market isn't clamoring for aging reporters falling apart under years of abuse & four pack a day smoke habits a volume of whiskey drank that the last great flood couldn't match organs ravaged by every sort of illicit chemical known & a few that were not let's face it- work sucks there's no nobility in being a mule whether lugging the load physically or mentally dancing to the tune of the rich man's whistle living by the hands of his clock is no substitute for whatever life was supposed to be about that illusive thing most of us can't name i think somewhere along the way things changed from me seizing the day to the day seizing me and the fucker has me in a grip now that lasts 24-7 without fail the mojo waves sometimes bat my brain & guide me toward the bedside table with its roaring salvation the maggie express to starlight & beyond hooting on the glory train with no destination & no timetable no ticket to ride required no need for explanations no pretenses no melodies nothing but the hum of long gone dandies in ether ripples of a million encounters surfing the endless void work & all goes with it fading like thunder across some distant hills rattling the walls of eternity