As the price of Steem goes down to up
then down again, ah just my luck
I dream of day of $100 and up
so I scream to my boss, please STFU
Work days get longer, I blog through the ruts
and good days too, whale votes are my crutch
Co-workers annoying, Steem hits $50 I'm done
I'll announce my departure, please STFU
My leave will be swift, no two weeks to makeup
no hugs, no goodbyes, please spare me your hugs
On Steemit Full-time, lord what has he done
I'll politely just tell them to STFU
You may say that I'm reckless, or think that I'm dumb
Or financially free, my life is so fun
lunch seems to be over, I guess it's my luck
Time to get back to work, and STFU
Hello all, I hope you got a kick out of my lunch time poetry! I clearly had a bad morning at work, but Steemit never fails to rectify any anger or frustration I may have in my everyday life!
This poem if you haven't guessed, is all about what I will do when the price of Steem hits $50 or $100! Of course I wouldn't tell anyone to actually STFU, but I will surely think it! I can't wait for the day where I achieve financial freedom and escape this never ending rat race!
Days like today I value because, this is when I am my most creative! You will be surprised what your actually capable of when your backs against the wall!
Hopefully this put a smile on someone's face who is having a bad day! Just know that no matter what is happening in your life, there is always a reason to smile! Until next time, this has been a message from your friendly neighborhood #spiderblogger!
