When the severed chores are laid
leave you're share untouched
as a virgin forest preserved.
Do not wake up at six in the AM
and canoodle with your pillows
like a slimy slug put in a jar.
Allow your senses to explore
the vastness of your surrounding,
having eyes transfixed on onion rings
pickles and pepper --
you only wait for dinner.
Stretch your arms.
Do this with a yawn and
while you are still in bed.
You would develop an amity with
the Galapagos turtles, be happy
for this kinship is one in a billion.
Think of whatever you are doing
as a prerequisite to improving
your performance as a porn-star;
the setting is a bed, your lines are
moans and you exercise the hands
for they are supporting actors
for most of the laying positions.
After all, that is the easiest job
and will ratify your laziness.
As a testament to your feat,
get up and stay a little in the living room.
You will hear your mother say,
"You stink of bedbugs, take a bath"
but you must shoo this idea
because it will mortify your role!
Even your little demons will approve
that laziness is next to godliness
in as much as Robert Frost settled
with the Road Not Taken.
Explore, for in the absence of movement
springs the ability to discernment
that each facet of the moment
digress to announce a thing important.
Being lazy is a bridge towards improvement,
emancipating the expression of temperament.
Like how the birds of summer hibernate,
wait for winter to pass and in summer, sublimate.
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