Inertia, enemy of all success,
Slows down my blood and turns on my TV.
There’s nothing good can come from laziness,
Or cigarettes or pills, wine or whiskey.
Can’t buy a thrill, or love: I’ve got to earn
It all. But first, where does my talent lie?
All marketing immediately I spurn.
All networking just makes me want to die.
It’s not me but my work I hope you’ll like.
And what is friendship but a business deal -
Like all deals, needing a big mouth to strike?
The biggest mouth will eat the biggest meal.
My lips don’t move, save when I read the rules
Of apes and grooming, taught in homes and schools.
Thur 14 Sep 2006
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