There are so many ways to get from point A to point B
One way is to go past point B to point C
And I keep wondering how many points it takes
And what kind of a difference it makes
Someone always says, “So what’s your point anyway?”
When I hear that I say, “Why don’t you just go away?”
But inevitably, you must have a point to make
Like, how many angels dancing on the head of a pin does it take
To keep the party going?
And then you think, “Whoops, my lawn needs mowing.”
Your feet touch the earth again and you make one last point
You say, “The better the pot, the better the joint.”
On that note you roll up some dope
Then, you pull your mower’s starter rope
Your mower takes off across the yard
Nicks a squirrel and hits your car
You give the squirrel first aid
And survey the mess your lawnmower has made
The squirrel lost a toe and your car has a huge scratch and dent
Now you want to chuck it all, hike around, find Jesus, and live in a tent