Nothing to do all day long
But sit and wait,
Counting the warts,
On a pickle.
Staring at something
Far in the distance,
Counting blades of grass,
Out on the lawn.
Dozing away the afternoon,
Hoping the day will end soon,
Counting freckles,
And twiddling thumbs.
Ho hum...... so bored,
And trying not to day dream,
Counting the petals,
On a daisy.
Sitting outside in the dark,
And waiting for bed time,
Counting the stars,
And planes in the sky.
There's housework to be done,
But no mood to do it,
Counting pissants,
Going thither.
Laundry stacks up,
And needs washing,
Counting little mites,
That scurry forth.
Dishes in the sink
Stacked way up high,
Counting streaks of mold,
As it builds and builds.
Bored is the word,
Or maybe it's depression.
But I think it's maybe
That I'm lazy?!
by Jann Newland
(copyright - Aug. 2002)
