mother of invention

you think
deeply of something
to invent.
scratching your head
as you sit
on the front porch
widdling a stick.
something
easy and fun,
but useful, or
perhaps
not too useful,
something along
the lines
of a pet
rock or a cabbage
doll
baby, the hoola
hoop, or
a slinky.
a yellow smile
button.
something the
world would
buy in droves
because it wouldn't
cost too much.
some piece of
junk that will
make you
stinking rich,
but you got
nothing.
it seems like
all the worthless
stuff has
already been
invented.