This poem is about nothing.
No subject or storyline.
Its void of any plot
because 'nothing' is mine.
It has no meaning,
nor rational thought.
Just words scribbled down
the reason is naught.
There is no basis
or informative facts.
No reasonable outcome
though nothing is lacked.
For nothing makes sense
when there's nothing else to do.
So I wrote 'nothing.'
and I'll share 'nothing' with you.
Written By: Cathy Faist 03/17/02
(cause I had 'nothing' better to do)