I’m pretty sure there are
more than a few of you
Who consider me a lazy man
A work ethic gone soft
Beach days in the sun
Idle hands
Idle mind
Idolatry to the almighty dollar
Guilty as charged
Stone me

But with sweat dripping
Down my face
I stand in the sparkling sun
And craft these artifacts
For no other useful purpose
Than to spark a few sweet memories
For the few softer hearts among you
Who refuse to throw stones

Not exactly the hardest work
But it’s not exactly no work at all
It’s always been my honor
To work for you