I've been self-employed since 1991. This rhyming rant / manifesto sums up "why?"

13 March 2005, late afternoon

some job

well i don’t like to work
where i do half the thinking
and most of the reacting
for a team more fond of drinking
and old ways of didacting

does that make me a jerk?
I'd rather wing it solo
and risk my happy tushy
than report to some dumb Dodo
who’s got it way more cushy

sometimes i go berserk
when i can’t grab the bacon
I heave a panic spasm
but at least I'm never fakin’
a kissy-ass orgasm

so i don’t have to clerk
or split myself in fractions
to placate warring factions
y’see, i control my actions
that’s how i like to work