The Sea Urchin at Home,
Never alone,
In the tidal pool zone,
Prickly and free,
Nobody bothers me,
Unlike you fools fighting for coffee at three.
I sit on my throne,
A rock of my own,
While you battle for Wi-Fi and overpay loans.
Deadlines? Promotions?
Your frantic emotions?
I’ll pass — I prefer drifting slowly with the oceans.
No ties, no shoes,
No rent, I must lose,
Just a spike here or there if you give me bad news.
So enjoy your commute,
Your overpriced suit —
I'll be here, living lazy and giving no hoot.
Observations from a journey:
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