They told me I didn’t have a work
ethic, because I
didn’t want to spend my life in an
office or a school.
I always asked them who invented
work in the first place?
What a funny custom, to waste your
precious time doing
something for another’s benefit,
while you get scraps of
paper in return. I preferred to
sing. You don’t need good
credit to sing, don’t need a mortgage.
Don’t need anyone’s
good opinion, neither. Don’t even
need much in the way
of food, clothing or shelter, since you
can get all of them
through singing. So many of them would
call me a failure.
But I had more joy than all of them,
combined, ever had.