He didn't do a thing
As he watched the TV news

Was he lonely or not?
There was no choice to choose

Suddenly he was ambivalent
An ambivalent young man

He made no decisions
He accepted no plans

He continued his habits
He built no new bridge

He stayed at his home
Got some food from the fridge

They found him reclining
With a beer in his hand

They unplugged his computer
Planted seeds on his land

They looked and they looked 
But could not understand

How could a man of his stature 
Have a beer in his hand?

September 17, 1998

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