I continue
to practice lethargy.
My energy -
has gone away from me
My inspiration -
Is on vacation
My urge to do -
Has got the flu
My impetus -
Got hit by a bus
My ambition -
Doomed to perdition
I savor the flavor of a total lack of labor.
You finish it...
My energy -
has gone away from me
My inspiration -
Is on vacation
My urge to do -
Has got the flu
My impetus -
Got hit by a bus
My ambition -
Doomed to perdition
I savor the flavor of a total lack of labor.
You finish it...
posted by Lane Savant at 2:42 PM
7 Comments:
Beautiful ode to state government.
My feet don't want to walk,
my tongue don't want
to talk.
My brain is squirming
like a toad,
as I gulp down pie
ala mode.
My spirit is body-locked
and cannot fly,
until probably I die,
or defecate, whichever
comes first, last, or
late.
my creativity is on hold,
like old bread covered
in green mold.
I probably should urinate,
but first I have to
masticate
cuz this wad of Bazooka gum
got my jaw muscles tight
like a snare drum.
My right hand is stuck
in my left pocket,
but I would take off
like a damned rocket
If my wife would roll
me over, and shove
a four leaf clover
in my pie hole, that
she found in the yard
left by melvin mole.
I would spend some
time on facebook,
but every time I
give it a look
that damned Glenn
is busy jumping from
friend to friend,
so that's all folks,
Amen.
Dat's what I'm talkin about dere, dudes!
Now dis is sum fine poetry.
...............Vinnie
I think I am going to be ill.
.................Emily
I think you both have been smoking
way too many leaves of grass.
.................W. Whitman
Took your poetic challenge,
titled it LETHARGY AS MUSE,
tacked on my lame response,
and found a terrific painting
by Ricardas Filistovicius to
illustrate it/them.
So that imp Inspiration
found its way
toward the light of day
regardless.
Is it a holiday?
No it's choice.....
(Sorry for mucking up the rhymes
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