Oh chipmunk, oh chipmunk
How stolid you seem
Sitting so still ‘pon
My front porch deck beam
You seem free from worry,
Self doubt, and fear
You pause there so naked
Not finding it queer
You’ve no stress from working
At jobs that you hate
Nor suffer from coworkers who
Pontificate
You don’t long for living
In homes far abroad
You don’t stare in mirrors
Hating your bod
Health care and taxes
Don’t clutter your thoughts
You don’t have to vacuum
Clean johns or scrub pots
Your life seems so simple:
Forage feed and snooze
No drama no worries
No fog head from booze
Aside from a predator
Attacking, or two
I think I that I might quite
Prefer to be you.
LOVE IT!!
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Reads just like Yeats
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I love it, and I have similar feelings when I see my cats sleep most of the day while I’m busy in front of a computer.
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In my next life, I want to reincarnate as a chipmunk! Naked hugs!
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