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