You can’t break the china if it’s already broken.
Can’t say nothing wrong, if you still haven’t spoken.
If you have no watch, you have nothing but time,
There’s still something to share, if you can’t spare a dime.
You can’t be lost if you don’t have a home.
New hairstyles happen when you don’t have a comb.
Can’t be out of touch, when you don’t own a phone.
There’s nothing to lose if there’s nothing you own.
When you don’t have a means, your life has no ends.
When you love those around you, you’ve nothing but friends,
No knickknacks to dust, if you don’t have a shelf.
When you’re part of the world, then where is your self?
Not so Ultralite
One can cut a fraction of an ounce from their pack weight
by sawing the handle off their toothbrush
and another by
cutting the tongues out of their running shoes.
Also, do matchsticks really need to be so long?
And how much of one’s clothing is optional?
With some wit you can whittle away pounds from your pack,
but remember those twelve essential ounces.
You pull them from the pack before pitching your tarp,
to cool them in a snowmelt stream.
Then... PHIPP! tsssss...
you pry the pop top off a
crisp and frothy,
deliciously unlite beer.
And the can when you are through?
Perhaps a makeshift pot to boil potable water?
A source of shiny aluminum for a survival fishing lure?
A reflective surface for signaling the rescue copter?
That can may save your life.
And may they never, ever invent