Stuff
I'm going to do stuff today
There are projects, but can't I just play?
What is more worthy? My hands might get dirty!
I'm going to do stuff today
I was going to do stuff today
But then there were the distractions
First there was this, then there was that
Soon, the stuff was gaining no traction
I had good intentions today.
That road to Perdition needs paving
Life seems so rough with all of this stuff!
That's why naps were invented for saving
I did do one thing today
It seems I had something to say
So whimsy took hold, ambition did fold
And this poem is the price that we pay.
Copyright 2025, Marc E. Brodeur