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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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