Smoke and fire.
Stories with traction.
I don’t know.
I question the worth of it all,
The rat race.
Because after a day of listening to this and that
I hear that a really good guy has a mass on his brain,
That his family will be living the stress
Of medical testing, prayer, and unthinkable possibilities.
This is misfortune for a guy who toiled
In a company job for most of his working life
Providing for his family
While the owners and business men
Wrangled about profits and contraction,
Ultimately shuttering the business
While they reaped the gain.
Nope. No more.
This idea that work is so important
Is one that defies logic
I’d rather have my family
The madness we create in the professional world
Means so little
Especially when things go wrong
Racing to the top,
Satisfaction is job one,
Whatever the corporate, government, or sports cliche
Can’t ever take precedence over