IN ITS ORIGINAL FORMAT TOWARDS A DEFINITION OF WORK Getting up During the hours of darkness Specially Is work Putting clothes on When they are not the apparel You would normally choose to wear Is work At any given moment if you are wearing clothes You don’t want to wear Because of work You are working Washing the clothes and hanging them out is work Wearing that useless object, the tie, is always work. Save for some men who like wearing ties because they point to their penises And even that is sometimes work when you come to think about it Eating breakfast is work. Because you have to make a meal Prepared especially early For the expedience of the day And that’s work For this reason it turns out that most eating done, at least until you come home at night, and maybe even sometimes thereafter, is work. Saying good morning To the people you work with Is work Especially if you sit nearest the door And seeming hundreds of people Say good morning to you every morning. Talking to anyone that you would not usually talk to, through choice, in your leisure time, is work. In fact, if you see them out in the street and say hello to them, however briefly, that is work. Playing a crap computer game in work When you could be playing a good one at home is work. Doing nothing in work Is work Because you are doing Someone Else’s Nothing and that is work. If you would be doing your own nothing You would perhaps be wandering about looking at girls And listening to Clear Spot On the personal audio forgetting-device. But no, you are doing Someone Else’s Nothing, And that is work. Avoiding work, in work, is work. Thinking about work is work. Going for a pwp in work is work. So if you want a pwp, go in work because if you’ve gotta have a pwp anyway you may as well have it in work and get paid for it. Thinking about play in work is work. Talking people from work, avoiding and/or ignoring people from work is work. Even accidentally ignoring people from work is work Though I do not quite know why. It is work when you still feel like you have a ax buried in you head at 8.30 Monday night. And while my people are not free I am not……… …….SUDDENLY, IN HIS HEAD, A BELL SOUNDED…. (perhaps you have a definition of something that is work? If so send to greatpopthings @ gmail dot com