What was that I needed to get done today?
Well, nothing really—I can barely remember
When they shut us down, shut down my ambition
–“I have to what?!”—”Do what?!”–
That mandated sloth that tells me stall, stop
So I slouch upon my couch, and pass time
At times, I take the time to touch base
With a treasured book—which I never would have
Chasing time filled with needless activity
Chasing a job, a dollar, more money
No money and nothing to spend it on—
I would go to the mall, the bookstore, the casino
And with a home library filled with good books
I never did read, read now—sometimes
When I can find the incentive
And my poems that I organize to send out
Re-read, fix, edit,–search out publishers
When I can’t find the incentive
And just slouch upon the couch
And watch TV that I don’t like
Don’t like not doing what I want to get done
This mandated sloth, this slovenly lost ambition
Not even waiting for it all to be over
Just waiting on time, making time, taking time, time to get something done
Plenty to get done today, and nothing, really
David Fekete 