Poem written at 27

Do your own thing

When you don’t succeed in what you face
Be like the fly
But don’t die
Or tell a lie
Let it by.

When time comes at too fast a pace
Always delayed?

Time is weighed

Decide, not dismay

Play, don’t be played

Always want to have a seat and not race
Instead of your client
Never be suppliant
Or always reliant
Just a little defiant

You say you get to use the place

Because you obey the rule

Let efficiency be your tool
And laziness your jewel
Stay on that mule!

Have you always wanted to have your space?
Hear songbirds sing?
An Italian bell ring
Instead your hands wring?
Do your own thing.


Doin it then



Doin it now