Sonnet #75

The things we do for money are the things

we do for love; If it were just me, I'd never

Bother with a career, Just make my life better

With low-stress stuff, low-pay is fine for flings

But think about the burden on families

Think about the way they look at you at parties

Were you even invited? You're in your thirties

And they don't really want to talk, the sly

Way they try to escape because you don't do

Anything. You don't make anything, art or money

You don't have missions. If you have kids, do

They have enough to eat, or are you at least funny

Make do, Work hard, steal if you have to

Swallow the morals you're born with for money