What do you do for a living

I am tired with the word what do you do for a living A question whose answer will take you away from me Because I am not productive enough Yes I have not collected much stones recently Like penguins do on an island But they collect one or two just for fun All you do is work, work And yes you are the master of stones Tomorrow you will be there Another boring face With the same attitude Judging me why I have not collected Much stones recently I do the most boring job On earth And I am not changing my ways. While I stretch You frown As i take a walk You run For what? Where is it we are going? There is nothing except for death Waiting for us. What will you say on your last day What will you do with all those stones you gathered Even dogs do not eat them Don't you see the futility of existence We are here to enjoy 2 hours And then go back to where we came from.