Listen, I’m usually juggling two jobs, two or more reading projects, this blog, writing a book, cleaning, dadding, and I be strippin in the evenins. In a word, I’m uber busy (that was two words, but you get the idea.)
I sat in contemplation about my dizzying to do list. Right then and there, despite the objections of all 157 kajillion molecules in my body hell bent on figuring out some way to return the mayo to the fridge and throw away a cheese wrapper simultaneously, thereby saving 4.3 seconds – time which can be applied to some more purposeful activity later, inspiration bade that I conjure a verse to chronicle my raging reality.
What follows is the offspring of that bit of whimsy and my brain’s inclination to swaddle such whimsy in cozy, tender words –
On Monday, where are you going to be?
I’m subbing for Mrs. Brown,
I never turn an English job down.
Never slow down. Gotta stay busy.
Hey, it’s Friday. Let’s go to a movie.
Can’t. I’m working all nite,
Teaching online until the morning lite.
Sleeping is overrated. Gotta stay busy.
All work and no play for Jarrett Lee?
Being productive is my joy,
That make me a dull boy?
Well “HERE’S JOHNNY!” Gotta stay busy.
Daughter: “Dad, spend some time with me.”
Gladly, my dear, let me finish this text
Then we’ll play on the X…
…box. Make time for Quinn, but gotta stay busy.
What? I’ve a moment free,
That can’t be true!
Oh look, there’s some mail that I need to view.
I only thought I wouldn’t stay busy
I haven’t blogged lately,
Yes that is true,
I use any spare time to…
… write a book, cuz I gotta stay busy
OOH! A book! May I see?
There’s not much to show,
I regret that the word count is so low,
Because I gotta stay busy…
… and boost productivity,
By engaging in tasks that might improve my station,
Leading to a situation
Where I gotta stay busy…
…but do so gainfully.
Oh, I wish I may, I wish I might,
Someday get paid to write,
And break this mold of busy tizzy