I live and thrive on doing things
whether it’s collecting rare rings
or building a better future for all
or dismantling a useless wall
or making beautiful excel sheets
or preserving delicious red beets
or writing letters to strangers
or warning about various dangers
or listening to the Doors’ albums
or observing the local bums
or keeping the sauna fires lit
or making my physique fit
or reaping the fruits of apple trees
or compiling pins in threes
or Believing in a thing called love
or fitting up a new leather glove
or filling out my tax forms
or gathering up dirty worms
or being the Lord of the Flies
or getting mad at other people’s lies
or playing the electric guitar
or building up my own sitar
or composing some silly songs
or trying out some new thongs
or writing angry messages to trolls
or going on some nice evening strolls
or liking every goddamn Instagram post
or being a gracious party host
or filming the squirrels outside
or going down on the playground’s slide
or living it up in Hotel California
or just casually visiting Narnia
or trying to unclog the sewer
or making a barbeque skever
or just trying out something new
or attempting to deduce who knew
that all this time I am just a silly goose
who thinks to write a silly list of things
for when boredom strikes
and pass that off as poetry