I am getting to the point where retirement is looking damn so good so good
But…
Don’t have that Big Fat Retirement pension coming my way,
(that’s what happens when you move from job to job)
as it’s always been hard to stay at one job for too long.
(you say that now, but that’s not what you thought while you were moving about)
I get bored, not because I’m boring but spending 35-40 hours a week with some co workers you’d never hang out with on your day off is boring.
(having your own business for 15 years can do that to you)
And there are those with positions of power who wave their condescending and micromanaging wands of glory directed towards 
(I treated my assistants with respect and appreciation and was in awe I could hire them)
bursting a tiny bubble, well actually Big Bubbles of ideas and hopes and inspirations,
(creative people are a bit off their rockers and can get carried away with ideas…)
into shards of Papyrus paper needed for input into the databases of an excel spreadsheet that personifies an aged metal filing cabinet that
(pushing papers is basically water torture to those who have so much more to give)
is bent on being resistant to assault and fondling,
(as the creativity dies instead of glowing and rising through adversity)
I give up and give in. Nothing left to prove. The only proof needed to verify the my gifts earned through life is the proof HE and I alone share.
(Peace out to those who love being obstacles in another’s path. Your insecurities will eventually rot out your core.) 
***images courtesy of the WWW, just because…