Work Is Hell? - Poem by Alice Perfect
If work is hell then you really screwed up!
What we do for money,
should be cool water from a cup!
Drink deeply each day,
drink for the smiles,
drink for the play.
Choose what you love
and you'll play all day,
Change what you have to,
make it happy and pay!
I choose to make happiness my business,
I give it and take it,
I create smiles for them and smiles for me,
I never have to fake it!
Choose what you love,
and what blesses the Earth,
Life will be full of Love,
and happiness never a dearth!
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