I thought about nothing,
I thought about nothing,
I thought about nothing,
then I thought about
forklifts,
and some Latinos,
fixing the forklift: all in oil and dirt.
Then
I thought about nothing,
I thought about nothing,
I thought about nothing,
then I thought
that thinking about nothing doesn’t make that much sense,
and it’s time to say thanks ,
especially the Latinos,
who are still changing the oil of that forklift
in my mind.
