The Hard Way

it was a hot day today,

humid and sticky,

the lawn needs to be mowed;

it can wait;

I hate yard work,

I always have,

if it was up to me,

I’d have the whole damn lawn

covered in asphalt,

or better yet, I’d live on the 22^nd floor,

in some maintenance free condo;

I always wait,

until it’s just about too late,

when the grass is so high,

the mower can barely cut it down,

but in the end,

it always gets cut,

just like in the end,

I always do the right thing,

it’s just the way I am;

but I like to push it

right to the limit;

she called today,

I didn’t know what to say,

so I didn’t say much,

she cried, I felt bad,

I don’t think she’ll call again;

another one

who found out the hard way;

maybe it won’t rain all summer,

and the grass will wither up and die,

so I’ll never have to cut it again.

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