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
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....
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 ugly thing, throw it out
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......