I’m not going anywhere.
This is much too comfortable
Sitting here like limp spaghetti
Waiting for the day to end.
A day from hell that took so long
Trying to unfold itself,
Now that it has trickled down
I’ve no desire to start again.
Perhaps a bit of mindless drivel.
Television, there’s the trick.
Or I could just drift into doze mode
Trying to read Harry Potter,
Sip a touch of pinot noir
To smooth the edges, soothe the soul.
I just refuse to add another
Single burden to my blotter.
You may think me selfish,
Even lazy to react this way.
Do not care.
Will not give in.
I am settled for the day.
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