I’m sitting doing nothing,
which I do extremely well.

Exactly how I do it is impossible to tell.
I scarcely move a muscle, but serenely stay in place, not even slightly changing the expression on my face.

I’m fond of doing nothing, so I do it all day long.

Wherever I do nothing, I don’t ever do it wrong. When I am doing nothing, there is nothing that I do, for if I started something, it would mean that I was through.

When I am doing nothing, I’m immobile as a wall. When I am doing nothing I don’t do a thing at all.

It’s easy doing nothing and I find it lots of fun, though when I’m finally finished I’m uncertain that I’m done.

Courtesy:

https://voetica.com/voetica.php?collection=2&poet=884