These Days

Yawn.

Wake up and smell the sodden

Dirty socks

That still is down on carpet floor

It's late but

Don't care since eyes are drifting

Shut

Because too many things outside

This sullied room

Cannot be dealt with now

And I don't want to do it later.

Sure, I'm lazy

But there may be a reason

Guess

As I'm not telling

Since I'm sleepy

And not willing to work

Anyway.

All that toil on stupid things

I don't remember

Because I can still feel

Cold cover me

And my body's like a ton of

Dusty books that

Say nothing

Said nothing

Won't say anything

So I'll just go back

To sleep

Now.