going into labor...

we changed the hours at the studio.
by we,
i don't in any way mean me,
but,
the sign on the door reads differently than it did on thursday,
with or without the consent or agreement of the artists in residence.
now,
there's the dilemma, duders.
i already work more than everybody else,
by nearly double, in fact.
with this new schedule,
designed to aid the new guy, who is used to 'real' tattoo studios in the wider world,
my existing competitors inside the zapshack are not excited whatsoever-
luckily,
their sh!tty work ethic demands they still leave early,
and still arrive at the usual time.
nothing more than less than the minimum.
that's the secret to success, right?
it seems like it.
meanwhile,
all that's changed on my end is that i've added another 'nother few hours
on either end of my days, to the investment of time and energy i expend
in the slowest fight of my life.
ha.
neighbors,
spanning more time in the one spot where i'm least wanted,
doing even more of all the stuff i don't even love anymore.
damn.
there's only one thing that keeps me from sitting back,
and letting the new scene unfold without my name and face.
do you know what it is?
yeah.
the rules, kids.
...and whenever there's a choice to be made,
what do we choose?
word up-
we choose the motherF*ing wrench.
the harder way is the only way,
why?
because F* you.
worthy warrior poetry isn't written in complacency and laziness.
it's composed and performed by hard-headed spite-spitting hot fire mercenaries.
it's warrior poetry,
not diaper-baby sonnets.
warrior poetry is inscribed in incisive stanzas of discontent.
that's a thing.
the metered rhythm of bass-boosted heartbeats, drumming out a charge.
waving a wrench in the works like a conductors baton,
and making a symphony out of being the discordant note
-
so i work more now.
or,
even more than before,
which was what i was already doing.
i can't say it's be better,
or even more profitable,
it's not at all enjoyable so far,
but that's no surprise, now is it?
c'mon.
what i know for sure?
it's all really happening.
the thing to do when there's always more to do?
try harder.
that's just what is done;
never quiet, never soft.....