Slacker

I'm not slacking off.
I'm contemplating the Universe
In all her forms,
Each possessed of an exquisite beauty
And a dark blight
In equal meassures.
Ever really think about it?
Equal meassures...
If that's true,
Why is there so very much
War and famine,
And so very little
Wealth and privilege?
Seems to me,
There's enough of each
For everyone to have a spoonfull.
See?
I'm not slacking off.
I'm contemplating the Universe.