You pay me. You do not enrich me. You do not feed me. You do not own me.
I will lend you my hands, my head, my legs, but not forever.
I will not give you my heart, despite your entreaties.
I will not give you my heart, not today, not any day.
I will not give you my heart.
You don't know what to do with it.
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So what's your daygig?
My friend just sent me a framed drawing with these words written in the center, a poem of sorts called "Different Plans" -
"I don't know how long I can do this, he said. I think the universe has different plans for me & we sat there in silence & I thought to myself that this is the thing we all come to & this is the thing we all fight & if we are lucky enough to lose, our lives become beautiful with mystery again & I sat there silent because that is not something that can be said."
Thanks for the verse.
I work for a technology company that's explicit about its employees not posting to the web about its business, and to be on the safe side, I'm just going to keep from saying more than that. Suffice to say my hours are nontraditional, I deal with a lot of public and I've got a position of some responsibility. Sorry for the cloak and dagger, but I need the paycheck.
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