A Living

I'm unsure

Whether to be living the dream

Or to be dreaming of "the living."

Make a living, they say...

Like I'm some empty vessel

In search of an assignment so I can be


A living isn't some means to an end

Some sort of agreement made between people

It isn't some machine designed by man

If it was, then where's the blueprints?

Where's the user manual?

The rule book.

Make a living, they say...

Get by...

Make ends meet...

Well I ask very simply,

What do you making a living out of?

And is it cheaper to make a death?

The End

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