Employed

Call me lucky
for being counted out of the rate
of those wayward souls stomping the pavement
for work or something like it
tiptoeing in the cloudy mist of not knowing
dashing but hardly even going -
Sickly, I am jealous.
I have a desk laid out in front of me,
a bulletin board on the horizon
stuck with images of my own choosing
places far away
a photo of someone I wish was closer
I am connected to the web
I flow and I ebb
I am gainfully pained
and an idle stiff
Don't forget to remind me to count myself lucky
I am fed by the mouth that eats me
Thankfully I am on the bright side of a statistic
and remain so, cautiously capitalistic.