Stop Working from Lab Book by Your Thing

C1

Hey listen up,
Listen to this

Stop working,
don’t go to work anymore,
Have a plan then,
For your dough, though
Before you walk
Out the door, a free agent,
Yours

Stop working,
Fulfilled by your vocation?
Feel noticed and invigorated
With respect and admiration?
Then this? This isn’t your song
If that’s irksome

Stop working, take time
Write your own, a song
Let us know what your
Thinking bout, what your
Working on

You didn’t, need, have, been told
To the fray your palm in my hold
Told behave, sold what was beheld, behold
Deadhead, Listen, atone

Stop Working
An instrumental change
In your life, maybe
It’s not a good time
Loaner Payday
Pay to play, which
Is your lifeline
Your families
And you’re fam
Multi-faceted,
A gem

Stop working,
Have agency,
If it’s not working
You can leave,
I know you’ve no
Stock, only humdrum
Take stock, the cost
Your exploitations had
On your mind,
Ethics, bod

Stop Working
Not a bug, a symptom
State lag, trap you in
Late cage, zap a wallet
Capitalism, smithereens
An intentional feat
From Stockholm to
Anytown, Any home
US of A, see

Stop working,
Grow a crop
Get the picture
Develop working
Relationships, venture
Turns at the plow
Trade time at the bow
Stop cussing now
The F-Stops!
Take a bow
To canvas
Rapidly!

You didn’t, need, have, been told
To the fray your palm in my hold
Told behave, sold what was beheld, behold
Deadhead, Listen, atone

Stop working,
Focus on family,
Suffer your disgrace
Privately, prison up
Your home, become
A warden, be scared of
Everything

Secure the border
of your rental,
Fear itself,
Don’t let Your Thing in

Stop Working
Focus on conspiracy
Twist the fraying threads
Readymade cheap tank top
Bank roll palmistry, hold
Tenuous beliefs, have
Zero media literacy
Discover secret messages
In tapes and CDs, misread
Credulously held esteemed
Beliefs, While steam rolling
Everything

You didn’t need have been told
To the fray your palm in my hold
Told behave, sold what was beheld, behold
Deadhead, Listen, atone

Stop working, take time
Write a theme
What are you
Thinking bout,
What are you
Working on

You didn’t need have been told
To the fray your palm in my hold
Told behave, sold what was beheld, behold
Deadhead, Listen, atone

Stop Working
Don’t go to work anymore!

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