Malik Seven Navarre
Busy Doing Nothing - Poem by Malik Seven Navarre
These lines, dear reader, I incline,
May just give you a bore.
To my surprise, you’ll like my rhyme,
I don’t know anymore.
For I was bored and wrote this poem
Which I enjoy, so loving.
And then realized that what I’m doing
Is absolutely nothing.
“Clean the tub, ” my mom said prickly.
I find that disgusting.
So I told her that I am busy.
In truth, doing nothing.
She then told me to wash the dishes.
I don't feel like scrubbing.
So I said “When I’m done with this.”
Although I was just bluffing.
And I as I wrote and typed and dwelled
She walked in unannounced.
And I could obviously tell,
What she was mad about.
With this last verse my rhyming ends,
Tho with me not doing nothing.
I sigh and shrug, but as I scrub.
So busy doing something.
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