Work? Why?

Work? Why?

I really, really don’t like to work but... if I had to I’d create a new position

There would be no department heads or leader of divisions.

It would only be me, doing as I please, just chilling

I would eliminate all ordering, cooking, and washing dishes

It would be no need for job titles or fancy job descriptions

You would need education but not the type most prefer

At most, you would need a certification on how to channel surf

A lot of food, big burps

It seems in my dream job, eating all this food would be my only work.

Every rib more prime than optimus

A fork is the only support I need to get over these obstacles

My observed profession might leave me a little ostracized

But to me, monies, work, job, sound obsolete