I detest jobs

Many people are going to jobs they don´t like. I have been there. Doing a job one is not passionate about is just spiritual suicide.

I detest jobs

I never wished for a real job

Though I tried like everybody

All I wanted to have enough

To pay the bills

Eat some bread

Have enough coffee

To get me through the nights

And be free.

I hate jobs

I think it´s a waste of life

You never make enough

To be free

They give you just enough

So you can remain

In chains

That´s why you go to job

When you are dying of it

Getting stomach ulcers

Breakdowns and at last

Job make you sterile

It steals your desires

To f**k and love

Jobs eat you from inside

Taking you to the grave

It´s a suicide

Accepted and admired

By the society.