Law Of Conservation Of Self - Poem by Benjamin Feliciano
Jobs that allow you to make an obscene amount of money
Are the ones where you are doing nothing.
Does being a star prove you are more than a pawn,
Being guided in the process of sedating the masses with entertainment?
Big businesses pay in arms and legs for the secrets you keep,
All you need to do is nothing.
Say nothing, tell no one, be 'someone'.
Say something, tell everyone, be 'nothing'.
Make just enough money to survive
In a job where you feel alive.
Help someone, create something.
By all means work, modern survival is not hunting and gathering;
But live below your means and find joy in it.
You have your job and your art,
When your art is your job, there is no want.
Listen to no cries of 'sell out',
For it is better to be paid to create
Than to destroy.
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