Work?
I don't have to work.
I don't have to do nothing
but eat, drink, stay black, and die.
This little old furnished room's
so small I can't whip a cat
with out getting fur in my mouth
and my landlady's so old
her features is all run together
and God knows she sure can overcharge--
Which is why I reckon I does
have to work after all.
LANGSTON HUGHES