Resignation Letter

Dear,
The World that Wants me To Just Sit On My Ass and Not Get Paid for Writing

If I were to write a resignation letter,
I would first tell you politely
That I enjoy working.
The arguments are sometimes bitter
The pay could be good... for I am a writer.
My last employment, I made 15 dollars an hour...
Not bad, if I want to live with my parents until I'm old and gray.
I raked my yard today, and enjoyed the process.
I solved a math problem.
I wrote some songs.
I ate cheesecake, a burger and drank some Green Tea---
That tastes a little like dish water, for some reason.
But I get stressed out easily,
And my mind is a thing that does its best work slow
And methodical, not in a race against time
Or in competition against other people.
I'm a little sloppy at everything I do.
My best skill is tearing apart abstract concepts
And putting them back together---
I tried to fold laundry, and nearly broke my hand
At my last job.
I got bit by a dog at the under the table gig.
I got denied my job application because I know the Bible
And put that as one of my accomplishments on my resume.
I do not know what I have to do to earn an income from writing...
I do not.
But, I resign from the world, and all its systems.
I simply believe on Christ Jesus, and nothing more.
I read old books written by Menonites
And I read old books written by First and Second Century Christians.
I write and read about 10,000 words a day combined.
I don't know what you expect from me.
I truly don't.
But I'm fine if you want me out on the streets and homeless.
I'm fine if you want to take from me all I ever did.
It's your fault.
Not mine.