The Duality of Day Jobs
The absurdity of a creative soul in a capitalist society
There once was a young lady author
(“young”… she had to stifle her laughter!)
But she had bills to pay
So a job consumed her day
And writing was pushed back until after.
Snuck this in right before the deadline…
There is nothing more absurd than the fact that humans, who poured all our stats into community, and were creating art before we created sophisticated tools more complex than big sticks or rocks, are forced to put those creative traits aside to earn a living in corporate jobs, leaving little to no time for the activities we enjoy most.
It’s ludicrous, I tell you!
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About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Comments (4)
SO true! Writing is usually the thing I do when I'm supposed to be doing something else. Well done, well done!
You are singing my song. I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Spot on and well crafted limerick!
I feel you 😔
A very familiar story... Well done...and tell us more! ;)