The joy of finding oneself a simpleton
Of finding it all terribly complicated
I can handle only so little
Anymore than necessary seems such a bore
Almost as if complexities make me sneeze
Simplicity…simplicity…please…
Some may smirk
Or even find it quaint
But to me there’s no other way
The greater the grace the less the choice
I’m simply stuck on play
Can hardly see why it shouldn’t be
Interest rates?
Property values?
Health insurance?
Seems like such a waste of rhyme and reason
I prefer to not desire
Benefits package? O please
401ks and dividends?
Look at the birds and the bees
I’ve had enough to say
Chirps and buzzing are all I need
Enough, enough, with complexities
More mac and cheese, please
—Howard Hain
(Nov/17-Jan/18)
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