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Gig

I’ll think of my job as a gig

Not so big, just a place to

Earn some cash

Create a stash

For later, when I’m old

And can’t move as fast

For so long

So I can stay home and

Work on a song, or a novel

Or smoke a cigar in the sun

Do something fun

Because jobs suck and

They make you sick

So get out quick

And don’t turn

The trick