Spuddle
From morning to night
I’m in a spuddle
Well, that’s what I like
To think
The reality is I do
Bloody nothing
So it’s easy
To achieve zilch
Absolutely
Procrastination is utmost
Everything is postponed to tomorrow
If not to next week
Then easily forgotten without any guilt
I could say I think
That would be a fib
My mind is in a state
Of Stasis above a void
Waiting, waiting
For life to return
Simply to normal.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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