BusymanI've no time for frivolous nonsensities. Childhood games and youthful propensities. I will not tolerate any absurdities Nor social abnormalities. Young at heart means young at mind. Which better suits another kind - Our hairy cousins who swing on vines Rather than leafing through the daily times. Their jungle differs greatly from ours. We trade feet for compact cars, And watering holes for single's bars. We have neon lights rather than the stars. They fight for food; we, for parking spaces. They have instincts; we, rat races. They carry their young; we, briefcases. They have defenses; we, sprays and maces. The world of nature is child's stuff, And of childhood, I've had enough. Matured to a world where the going is tough Where life is hard, so roll up your cuff. I've no time for a fantasizer, Only cubicles and a supervisor; But in spite of my nordic exerciser, I will return to nature as fertilizer. |