I write. Alright?!
If I built many houses
You'd call me a builder
And you'd be right
So why do you ask me
"What do you really do"
When I say that I write
Being a builder
Is about the bricks you lay
Its about the houses
Not about your pay
When I tell you I volunteer
Shits the same
You say
That I...
"don't have a proper job"
Its a shame
That I have many
Complex
Involved
Erotic friendships
Doesn't mean anything
If Im not constantly
Balls deep in hips
A crude confusion
About idealism and materialism
Rules both Left and Right
For such philosophies
I couldn't give a shite
Matter.
Energy.
Information.
Money and sex
Needn't rule our nation
Povey 2014