Poem about The Lack of Ambition To Get A Job
NOT THE JOB FOR ME
It’s not that I don’t want to work,
But don’t like to slave for a jerk.
The tasks are dreary
And make me weary.
So from all things not fun I’ll shirk.
Mental work is the chore I choose.
At a desk, scratch my head and muse.
Never broke a sweat
At exertion yet.
Exceptions to this won’t peruse.
Dirty jobs are not tasks for me.
Must be something better you see.
As long as can live
Off what other’s give,
I’ll sit back, relax, watch TV.
I don’t know what prompted me to write this poem. Maybe it is because I occasionally run across people who seem to have this attitude.
Is this a commonplace attitude in our society?