It isn’t that I’m just a lazy bum.
I’m meditating, thinking deep, deep thoughts.
I’m focusing on what’s important. Ooooommmmm.
I think that’s right. It doesn’t sound quite right.
Should I add more or fewer Os and Ms?
Or more or fewer Os or Ms? The oars,
I would be up a creek without the oars.
I’ve always wondered, why does corn have ears?
And what is it a corn stalk hears or fears?
I’ve never really liked the taste of beer.
It’s weird, at night the train from miles away
comes roaring through the window. Just at night,
and just on Summer nights. I wonder if
I’ve meditated long enough. How long
should meditation last? Am I supposed
to concentrate on toes? Imagine they
go wee, wee, wee? Or do I have it wrong?
My belly button. I remember now.
I focus on my belly button. Right.
It’s that and ohms and I’m electrified.
I’m meditated, medicated, done.