American Idle

I thought of nothing yesterday;
I’ll think no more today.
I’m something of a specialist
At “mental macramé”:

I’ll “knot” do this, I’ll “knot” do that,
I’ll “knot” do anything
Unless I’m in the mood. I’m quite
Proficient with this string!

So thorough is my idleness,
So ample in its scope,
I weary just to think of it!
And yet, it gives me hope

For sloth this all-encompassing
Must be a form of zen…
I think I’ll take a rest before
I contemplate again.