#2,409 Freelancer

My work takes me between
corporate hopes & art’s fine
discards of fleet beliefs – as
if stretched out & readied – I
don’t get pulled either way
by demands – no tug off – In
stood hours my hands whirl
on mouse wheels & my ache
is in my head – this is work’s
biased demand – My charge
is hourly – selling my labour
to survive – less state saving
turns & unwell cash – design
is mired in a sucking bog of
expected return – suck on it