A Job Interview
is competition
for the scarcity
of outside work.
There's always
a quadrillion things
I could be doing.

I'm relaxed and gestalting
that money divides
and war unites
in the competition
of resource scarcity

I know I'd rather
be brewing mead
for it is a craft
that I find profoundly
rewarding and fun
to share with others

fermenting honeywine
involves sanity in practice
for madness
spoils the conflagration
of logic with wild thoughts,
serving their own ends

By scarcity I mean
competition between
a quadrillion things
that money divides
and war unites
serving their own ends