About the Poem
One time I was talking to a friend, who mentioned that he will go for days without checking the mailbox and that the mailman probably hates him. I was thinking of that, and it became the inspiration for this poem.
I Don't Want To
|I do not want to clean my room
I cannot close the door;
There's so much junk piled here and there
I cannot see the floor.
I do not want to cut the grass
It's almost one foot high;
And the weeds are so abundant
I just don't want them to die.
I do not want to get the mail
I haven't in many a day;
The box is probably full of junk
And many bills to pay.
I do not want to rake the lawn
I haven't since last fall;
There are plenty of leaves left over
Hidden in the grass so tall.
I do not want to do my work!
Have I got that clear to you?
I'll get it done some other day
Have I got that through?
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