It isn’t that I’m just a lazy bum.
I mean I am the way you measure, but
I think the things you measure might be wrong.
I’m looking at the weeds to see if they
are dry enough to cut so they will not
grow back and make me cut them all again
and isn’t that the prudent thing to do?
I’d say it’s down-right ecological.
I should be emulated. Save the Earth!
There isn’t any reason why the weeds
are not allowed to grow. They’re part of God’s
amazing plan, and why should I destroy
the handiwork of God? Besides, the sun
is warm. There is a breeze. The hammock calls.
I think about another lazy man
whose neighbor’s thought that he’d be on the dole
before the year was out. His little farm,
if you could call it that, is somewhere north
of Boston. I have visited the farm.
It’s overgrown with seedlings and with weeds.
I wish my farm would grow so fine a crop.