manual labor

it's a job.

a real job. one where

you set the alarm

and get up

and go.

it's one where you sweat,

and work.

using your hands

as well

as your brain, your

legs, your

shoulders.

there is struggle

and strain.

you bleed.

it's a real job.

you aren't at home

in your pajamas

with a cup

of tea

typing in your password,

your name.

it's a real job,

and when you get home,

you eat,

you drink, you play.

and then

you sleep,

which comes easily, because

you have a job,

a real job,

not one with the tv on

as you waste away.