I don’t want to write today And so you will find A lot of stupid words, I don’t want to say Foggy and dull is my mind I look out and see the sunny day Hoping for some inspiration I do not find it, not so in the gray Finding nothing but perspiration There I am so sleepy and not giving a shit I really could care less because I’m lazy I don’t care if you don’t like it You don’t even realize this poem is lazy Nothing matters but my sanity I don’t wish to swoon you or entertain I haven’t showered in a week, I’ve lost all vanity Nothing is as good as drowning in bane I will not write, I will not till noon! How dare you, you fiendish fiend You devil, you great perverse buffoon Leave me now, my body needs to be cleaned
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