twenty four seven

some need to work
to bury
themselves in paper, in calls,
in e mails,
in the hustle
of it all.
twenty four seven.
a second with nothing to do
would be
earth shattering,
unused
and wasted, boredom
would set in.
the constant scroll of the phone.
affirmation of life,
without a minute
rest, or stopping,
but without work,
then what would there be
to do.
have fun?