The real job,

the well turned phrase

of the unimaginative,

of the angry dull

and the unoriginal irate,

why don’t you get a real job…

instead of…

cause pulling numbers out of thin air,

of chairing a committee looking

into the habits of weasels,

or driving a lorry with firmly entrenched

political views is any more a real job

than performing on stage

with the prospect of thunderous applause…

 

I presume the fuming featureless words

are always said for effect,

to just deflect the lacklustre lives

in which they find themselves in,

for as a phrase it is up there

with.. Is your mother proud of you

or They come over here to steal our jobs…

 

all bloody nonsense,

the uninspired and the tediously bored

will always somehow make it about you

when really they should be saying

whilst slapping you on the back,

Wow you got to do what you wanted to do…

well done.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016