I dreamed I worked in a
Huge office building.
Everyone had their own
Desk, but nobody had
Anything to do. Shuffling
Through papers, going
Through drawers got old
After awhile. Things got
Pretty weird. Eventually,
I told myself I was
Dreaming and woke up.
The perfect day of the
Week for relaxing and
Kicking back and just
Doing what you want
To do, or nothing at
All, is Sunday.
Yardwork, or anything
That begins with work
Is off limits.
Doing nothing is top
Priority. Have some
Fun.
There is real estate and
There is unreal estate. We
Don’t really own anything,
Real estate included. We’re
Just borrowing it. From
Who? You know.
I told you I would promise
You anything I could. So I
Decided to pluck the earth
Out of the sky to give to
You, plus a few extra stars
Because I love you.
One night I was walking
Down a dark street. A
Masked man held me
Up at gunpoint. I
Turned my pockets
Inside out to show I
Didn’t have anything.
And he stole my pants.
It was during a piano playing
Contest that they came to
The last contestant to play.
He was a little boy, and the
Audience snickered when he
Sat down at the piano. He
Began to play, and after a
Few minutes the audience
Was in tears, because they
Had never heard anything
As heavenly and wonderful
As what the little boy played
That night.
Some things are easy to
Accomplish, some require
A huge amount of effort. It
Puts a strain on anybody’s
Resources to get a hard job
Done. The key to succeeding
To anything hard is something
Called perseverance. It will
Get the job done.
The weekend is a time to
Unwind from the stresses
And strains of the week
And do the things you
Want to do. You can be
Yourself, sleep late and
Not do anything if you
Want to. The weekend
Is your time. If work
Calls, let it go to
Voicemail.
Wordman of Alcatraz 