FIDDLY BITS

FIDDLY BITS

 

Fiddly bits,

Fiddly bits

This attention to detail

Is giving me fits.

Open and shut

Over and done

Enough with the detail.

Let me have fun.

 

Getting up in the morning

Is not quite enough

This being a grownup

Is becoming too rough.

I’m awake and I already

Took a good pee.

What  else would the world

Be expecting of me?

 

Fiddly bits,

Fiddly bits

This attention to detail

Is giving me fits.

Open and shut

Over and done

Enough with the detail.

Let me have fun.

 

I fixed a fine breakfast

Some tea and some toast.

These are the things

As I love them the most.

But now I must bathe

Then deal with attire.

Am I going outside?

So, where is the fire?

 

Catching the bus is

To say in the least

A modern day version

Of a Mad Hatter’s feast.

A true urban circus

And I am the clown.

No room, no room.

Move down, move down.

 

Fiddly bits,

Fiddly bits

This attention to detail

Is giving me fits.

Open and shut

Over and done

Enough with the detail.

Let me have fun.

 

Work is no better;

My in-box is full.

I am just Sisyphus

I don’t push, but I pull.

I would go on vacation

But I already learned

The budget won’t have it.

No surplus was earned.

 

Fiddly bits,

Fiddly bits

This attention to detail

Is giving me fits.

Open and shut

Over and done

Enough with the detail.

Let me have fun.

 

Brent Kincaid

10/31/2014