by Billy Joe
Why, when we sit to write, are we bothered by everything else we should be doing?
Mr. Ought on Doing Naught
A struggle within me often rages,
While avidly scribbling in these pages,
On things I should be rather doing,
And life events to be ensuing,
To the point where I am driven out
By hurry and worry to scurry about
To reaffirm scant business pressing --
Mingy malaise again just messing
With my head -- making me nervous
When I'd been comfortably "out-of-service."
I'm really hurting no one here
With pen and notebook, coffee near,
Can't I just rest and gather thoughts
And not be chafed by should's and ought's
Oh worry side, please look askance,
Give my reflective self a chance
To bask in thoughts and idle bliss
I'll soon get back to my job list.