I’m not doing much ; it’s plain to see
Not that what others see matters to me
Still I dabble a bit and try to feel free
To not do much unless I’m hungry
Seeing there’s need is one way
To stir up a passion for another day
But when the want is not held at bay
I’m gonna need food to help me say
There’s things I rather be doing
Than waiting on cheering or booing
So while others are fuming and stewing
My “Not Doing Much” needs renewing.