Working for Myself

I had a lunch hour at my old job,

But that just wasn’t enough.

I need some time in the middle of the day

To just relax and stuff.

I told my boss about my plight.

Now I take two hours instead

To eat my meal and check my mail

And generally clear my head.

Still, my malaise remained in place,

Even when I took

My two 15-minute breaks

Before and after my lunch nook.

Now my lunch is 16 hours

And I’m darn pleased to heck.

Self employment’s really something,

But I wish they’d send my check.

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