Work is only a part of life,
a love-hate addiction that thrills us and kills us;
Like a pacifist with a pistol,
work defines us and consumes us,
Chews us up day by day.
Guilty as lovers, we cannot stay away.
Work pays the bills, provides a luxury,
We are satiated by this adultery.
Switch off, go home and chill,
Take your fill of your family.
Work alone is mere existence,
Distance yourself; wean the addiction,
Life desires full participation.
Work will exist long after we are gone beyond.

Copyright wordz2Go 2 March 2014