I love it when my mind is vacant.
A feeling of no need to please,
Immediately surrounds me...
With an ease I can deal with.
There are no imposed ideals to impress.
And I feel free to care even less.
I love it when my mind is vacant.
No pressure at all I carry,
To deliver intelligent thoughts I might think.
And no one there to ask for mink!
~I just thought I'd throw that in,
To see if you were paying any attention...
To this love affair I have with self.~
Seriously...
Don't you feel good,
When you mysteriously catch people...
Minding their own business?
And you know 'something' is special about this.
So you do the best you can,
To introduce your mind to more rest.
I love it when my mind is vacant.
No pressure at all I carry,
To deliver intelligent thoughts I might think.
And no one there to ask for mink!
And I am left not to enforce those delusions on myself!
Why is my telephone ringing at this hour of the day?
'Mister Pertillar, I know you're there.
This is Robert Clarke from Clarke Collections.
We need to talk about your 'commitment to pay'.
Mister Pertillar? Mister Pertillar? I suggest you receive my call!
Mister Pertillar? This is going to have an adverse reflection,
On your credit standing!
You are going to ruin your future capabilities to get a loan.'
Shucks!
I made a commtment to stay married too.
But that didn't work out either!
Well,
Like I was saying...
I love it when my mind is vacant.
A feeling of no need to please,
Immediately surrounds me...
With an ease I can deal with.
There are no imposed ideals to impress.
And I feel free to care even less.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-mind-is-vacant/
