I’m the one who holds the string

While the stitcher measures it carefully.

Each time I get the same bad book in return,

Now I have to re-read it completely.

Because I have a lot of free time.

After that’s done, I wait in a line

With people as infinite in number

as the divisions of foam.

After the wait, I get some paint

and I have to watch it dry.

Because I have a lot of free time.

After that’s done, I sit at the back

of a small, locked TV room

As empty as a drum.

I keep on staring at that TV

Until I realize it’s off, hmmm...

So I switch it on to hear the pope read his speeches.

(Read monotonously in 45 languages each is)

Because I have a lot of free time.

Tick Tock Tick Tock,

I live the life of a needle
Going around a clock.