There are those days where it may seem
I could sit back, relax, and just day-dream,
Then kick my feet up to the desk,
And reminisce; “I should not rest”.
I SHOULD, goddamn, be doing something.
My mind it races, thoughts are running.
I feel like being so productive!
Laziness is too seductive.
My legs they lead me to the fridge,
My tongue it shakes, like savages,
When it sees the sav’ry sight
Of crunchy chocolate delight.
I then walk back towards my seat,
Devour this here tasty treat,
I slump back down into my chair,
And stare into the barren air.
My fingers scratch my hairy head,
My thumb it wiggles as I fret
Upon my lousy attitude.
Please forgive me, I’m not rude.
So forget this productive thing,
Eating, drinking, listening
To music is all that I need.
Ev’n if they be the sinful deeds
That send me down someday to hell:
Oh well.
