Je travail

All my labours are born
from love,
I'm not in favour,
or fond of the notion,
of devotion to the workplace,
don't get me wrong
I don't shirk my place,
I'm just dancing to the beat
of a different song
Bongs
not bongo's
used to be my tempo,
but sated desires
it transpires
are only half of us
Brush off the dust,
I suggest you have a rest
and explore what makes us,
if need be
kick up a fuss
don't take it,
or fake it,
lying down you wuss