The day job is dry and deadening, side hustle keeps me sane,
By owning my work, I come to terms, with what's boring and inane.
I can choose to do, what and when, or whether to work at all,
Having that freedom, in a day job, is an order tall.
I like my gig, it hones my skill, and gets me instant love,
To meet deadlines, and have impact, I move earth and heaven above.
Is it a sin, to follow my passion, why are some hell bent?
To treat me as a despicable scum- if it also pays my rent?
My hustle is a different breed, with work it doesn't conflict,
The skills I learn, stand me in good stead, and that's the reason I picked.
When I feel high, post working on a gig, the affect seems to spread,
And colors the tone, of the rest of my day - and helps me win my bread.
I don't wear it on my sleeves, to my manager I don't lie,
I don't do it for money, does it still qualify?
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