My socks stink,

As I set them upon the desk

And lean back, belly distended

From fruitful feeding.

Music wafts around me

In easily ignorable waves

And I sink deep

Into cushioned chair.

My mind sighs in smug

Satisfaction and some

Minute, dull aches

Twitch through rested head,

So I sit back

Breathing pointless, effortless

As I continue to live

And think of nothing.