While Other People Work

While other people work
We have frisbee fights
And frisbee games
Casual and competitive
In the park
In the street
In front of our house

The weather's nicer now
Than it usually is
So why not take advantage?

Why use this time
To look for a job?

Jobs don't go anywhere
Jobs are jobs
They'll be there
When we're ready

But right now we can't focus

We scribble
We doodle
We draw on walls

We tell ourselves we can't afford to waste money
On fancy drawing pads
But the truth is
We're just too lazy
To put on pants
And go to the store
And come home
And check our bank account online
To see if our dad deposited
The latest check

Instead we spend the day
With frisbee
And leaf through giant coffee table books
About Mayan architecture
That came with the apartment

And all while other people work

We get lunch at small establishments
And make dinner at home
We snack and pack for trips
We're going to take
Because being unemployed
Is a tedious lifestyle
From which one must take
Many, many breaks

We go to interesting places
Where this is political unrest
And we go hiking
We do lots and lots of hiking
And take photos of ourselves
In marketplaces
As if we're characters out of 'Aladdin'
And somewhere, back home
Other people work

The other people working
Are our parents
And people like our parents
Who have dreams for their children
That don't include frisbee tournaments
Or bathrooms that get cleaned twice a year
Or a week of eating nothing but wild vegan rice

Dreams about ambition and progression
And nice suits
And direction
And careers

Instead we wake up everyday
Just as most people's lunch break is ending
And we fuck around
And watch tv
And finish a bag of something
Smoke a bag of something else
And wait for someone to tell us
What it is
We're supposed to do

And the whole time
We're feeling this sensation
This tingling
This lacking
Like something's going on
But we're not sure
Where it's happening

It's work

It's the work that's going on
Somewhere where we're not

And we feel it
And acknowledge it
And then grab our frisbee
And head outside

Into the late afternoon sun