There is a contest
In the afterlife

Where the world's greatest
Layabout is crowned

Who laid about the most
Who didn't make a sound?

There was the Buddha
Under the Boddhi tree

Who had stated
Ceasing desires
Was a way to end
All human misery

And who can forget
Lao Tzu?

Wise words he had
For me and you

"Through selfless action
The sage attains fulfillment
More words count less
He is detached
Yet, At one with all"

Look at Lao Tzu
Standing there
Underneath

A Chinese Elm tree

But I don't understand
The nature of the contest
At first didn't make sense to me

In our society
They tell us
To "Be all we can be"

A Layabout is not something
We should be
It's just not healthy

But then I consider it again

You can "layabout"
No matter what you do

Even if a man
Wants to argue with you
Screaming and his face
Turning red
It seems as though he wants you dead

You must remember the eternal calm
A mountain stream
Running over my palm

Water nourishes all things
And does not strive

Just like the bees
That pollinate the flowers
And return to the hive

The World's "Greatest"
Layabout?

Hard to say
It remains a mystery
To this day