Work as defined by Bertrand Russell is
Moving an object having weight at or
Near the earth’s surface or telling
Someone else to do so having spent
Most of my career in the latter aspect
I can truly state I far and away prefer
The former despite the many ways of
Besmirching the trades such as work
Expands to fill the time allotted or
There’s no way to tell when someone
Is thinking about the work or just not
Doing it I often felt that if the supervisor
Didn’t come in the work for the day
Would get done as well or better
Certainly at a lower cost but sculls
Have coxswains orchestras conductors
Marching bands drum majors et cetera
Ad nauseam individual workers artists
And the like may have muses but they
Produce by inspiration except for
Patrons nobody tells them to hurry up
Get your ass in gear change this
Paint this out the control is in their
Hands unless someone’s teaching
Them you can’t put pressure on a
Scalpel without holding it thus
They demonstrate of course like the
Rest of us their consciences can
Eat into performance echoes
Of old demons still have to be
Rebuffed you’ll never learn that’s
Stupid give up go away hide in a
Hole and never come out slit your
Wrists you just don’t have it
Drinking helps sometimes but it
Complicates matters unburdened
Visions can be glorious if they look
As good in sober light that might be
Your path substitute drugs sex music
There’s no guarantee concepts which
Don’t blossom in a study will bloom
In a studio who knows when a walk
Will be a waste of time or the path
Through the woods who says your
Next cantata will be your last go
Out on a high note and miss
Producing another seven great
Works not your best but better
Than the first that made heads turn
Working has changed you’re not
In it only for yourself anymore
Whether you’ve stacked up awards
Rewards to keep you in comfort
Should you age like Methuselah
The spirit must out if you have to
Pry it out with anger envy despair
Madness might do it by then it’s
Just you and your product you’ll
Wonder who’s in charge here
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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