Production in June

Here goes another day,

And just like my whole May,

Without purpose I lay

And let the hammock sway.

Or by a laptop seat

I play the games complete

But waste miles of feet

That’d make my team elite.

Look a while to see what inspires

And find but dust as culture expires.

“Work with fire!” Until age retires

Salesmen who lived but to be buyers.

Now my job’s occupied or overseas

As if I can’t escape this life of ease.

In boredom, I wonder what in me God sees,

As time passes by like a soft summer breeze.