Lazy

Nothing doing Bro my friend, why dontja come and share,
This patch of ground that I hold down and spend an hour here?

Pick out the colors on the clothes of people passin’ by,
And weave with me a tapestry, we’ll join it to the sky.

The crunch of tires, sounds of day, now salt them in as well.
Pick up the crossing smells that drift and sew them parallel.

How sad for those who say I’m lazy, wasting half my day.
I work real hard at what I do, I work at how I play.

And when I’ve worked my days away and leave this mortal coil,
I’ll lie me down upon the ground and work at making soil.


~Stuart Andrew Marshall Tanner~