Irregularity

I do not like to take a chosen path

     Through woodlands still;

I like to wander aimlessly along

     Devoid of will.

I like to be awake when all the world

     Is fast asleep;

I do not like to make engagements, then

     I’ve none to keep.

I like to choose a book at random best

     From row on row

Then get acquainted with some soul I never

     Had thought to know.

I do not like to work day after day,

     In workman style;

I like to work with tigerish impulse

     Then loaf a while.

But when the time arrives for me to eat,

     There will I be;

And pay-day, too, is when I like the reg-

     Ularity.

July 18, ‘10