you might say that attention to
tiny
puny
insignificant
inconsequential
unimportant
finite
miniscule
infantile things is a waste.
einstien, jesus, ghandi
they might say
nothing
and continue to stare at the trees
walls
shoes
shoe-prints
specks
dust
nothing
everything.
they might have had less to drink
more to say
but really.
who are you fooling?
certainly not me.