Wednesday, 9 May 2012

When Z's are most Y's

Some days I sit there thinking
of stuff I might prefer to do
But nothing takes my fancy
Not even clouds can make me blue
To think on purpose deadly dull
Good ideas appearing crazy
I realise how weak I am
Too slothful to be lazy
Laying back I nod off absent
Insinuating meditating
Let nothing pass the time of day
My headless way abbreviating

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