Extenuating Circumstances
Sometimes I find it hard to even get up
and out of bed, too exhausted
to move forward, to brush my teeth
and put on deodorant.
There I'll lay for endless hours stuck in
Something of a dream world
My mind gets pretty cloudy.
And all I can think of
Is how it feels so good just
lying in this bed in nothing
but the sheets and my T-shirt.
I tell myself, "Self, you better get going!"
Self doesn’t listen though,
& then, I have to start getting ready,
ready for a delicate operation!
A harmless falsity creation.
The scheme must be clever,
With a pinch of humor.
And always a MASTER EXCUSE,
needs just the right dash of disaster!
There is a fine line though.
You go across it, & you’re doomed
- and they won’t buy it!
Or respect you!
