WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO?

A POEM

BY

M. Nousan

What a question?

Who dare ask me this kind of question?

I have always managed to do nothing when there is nothing to do

I am not one of those programmed professors who always have to do something

I do nothing even when there are piles of things to be done

Like these days and like always

Since I do nothing all the time

Thats why there are piles of things to be done always

People do their laundry

I put it in laundry bags

And let it wait

Why not?

We are all waiting for something

Why can't laundry wait?

Dishes can wait too.

We are waiting

Why can't dishes wait?

Are the dishes more special than us?

Us...Wonderful human beings...

We have to wait for money, boy friends, husbands, children, In-laws. jobs

What do dishes have to wait for?

Someone's lousy appetite?

So they can dump the half cooked, half uncooked greasy chicken in the dish

And then gulp it in one bite and without wiping their mouths go back to

Their computers because they are all now poets....

Poets my...

Dishes can wait, so can a broom, a mop, a cleaning pad...

Throw these ugly things out...

They have made the house look really bad

Throw it out

Every thing

Every ugly thing, throw it out

And you?

You?

You wait

Wait for what?

Wait for nothing...

Nothing is coming Ok?

Except diseases and death...

"EVENTUALITY." Its called....

Oh! I made you depressed, so very depressed

You, a delicate little flower with delicate little feelings

Who is never going to wither away in the wind...

Oh! I am so dark and so depressing

And the World is so cheery outside...

Only Other's world is cheery honey

Go ask their wives...

They show their naked arms in winter, summer and fall...

You think their dishes are waiting?

You think their laundry is waiting?

You think they are doing the dishes?

They are whispering in her husband's ears all night

"Honey, take us to exotic places

Because we are so exotic....look at our arms...take us...to exotic lands

For folks like us, Unemployed, Un-fashionable Doing nothing is better...

Nothing doing, nothing coming, nothing going...

Everything can wait...for nothing... and then there is nothing...

End is nothing and nothingness.....

For us and for the dishes and the dirt and mops and brooms...

and for the rich wives with groomed, tanned bare arms......