At 7:00AM, Mr(s). Lethargic on a couch.
I sprawl on the couch,
But you say I'm slouch.
I don't care, I'm just tired—
I got in trouble, I was fired.
I don't want to get up—
Can you get me the cup?
The controller is on the table—
Guess I don't need this cable.
I want some food—
Walking can't be good.
I need to pay the bills—
Got some time 'till it fills.
The dogs need to be walked—
They die soon, no one will be shocked.
Haven't took a shower in days—
I live on bread and mayonnaise.
I'm too tired, I just want to sleep,
But the alarm keeps going: beep, beep.
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