A Not-So-Busy Day

Busy men, lazy men!

Here, they repair their motorcycles.

There, they won’t even move a muscle.

The roosters that crow are even more diligent

Than the bored trees doing nothing but rustle.

The skins of the people go darker and darker,

As the sun grows hotter and hotter

And they keep on working harder and harder.

But, there are those who won’t agree

To work, think that they’re free,

And merely sit there talking pure baloney.

While my neighbor monotonously blasts my ears

And the sound of revving engines travel all the way here,

I won’t let these mere sounds hinder my tasks,

For a lazy person, I ought not to be,

And I want to bring out the best in me.

So as I go through the day,

Inside these doors, I choose to stay

And work as hard to prevent this day

From becoming

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A not-so-busy day.