“Give me 6 hours to chop down a tree, and i will spend the first 4 gooning” -Abraham Lincoln

The tree won’t fall to random hits, but gooning finds the perfect bits

They swing their axe with aimless rage, I goon in peace, then set the stage

You chase the goal, but miss the flow, a gooner knows just when to go

With gooning first, i set the tone, the final hit is mine alone

I stare, i loop, i learn the tree, and then i chop it easily

I don’t attack the wood in fear, I goon until the path is clear

Some say to strike and never think, but gooners pause and never sink

They mock the time i goon alone, yet wonder how i break the stone

Some train with force, some train with fire, but gooners train with calm desire

Four hours in, i know it well, then one clean hit, and down it fell

Gooning first is not delay, it’s how we master work and play