Laziness

The slow stagnant movements in bed bog and
Deliberate tongue twisters procrastinate
Our many imaginary illusioned chores
Limp limbs heavy in unwashed filth
Sweat- slightly alcoholic and lazily vitriolic
- And the smell of old cake wrapped in
Belligerent blankets and a yawning mind,
It all seems insurmountably inefficient effort.
If only we were to draw draw draaaw up
The blinds; around midday it would be
Stupendously sunny outside and maybe
We would feel like going to the Heath.



Music- None.

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