job satisfaction

is there such a thing or is it a euphemism that the corporate capitalist nazi has made us believe exists in the bid to have us strive onwards?

why work? well, there is the obvious, u gotta have a dolla in your pocket; u need, crave and desire all those shiny objects that the other magpies have and since you were a fledgling the world has told you that this is what you will spend the rest of your life doing.

those lucky enough to be of the platinum spoon and black amex variety will even attempt to persuade others and themselves that their avant garde ventures are work attempt to fit into the 'must work' mantra that we have been spoon fed.

today i got to thinking and thinking till there was nothing that i hadn't thunk - being that i was waisting another 8 hours of my existence to the enslavement of another - wondering what the fuck for? how is this modernism or futurist free crap getting me any closer toward a happier or more fulfilled life? the voyage onwards and upwards towards the lining of mine and others pockets is seeming more and more frivolous as the year progresses...