Relapse
By Grannyrosie
RELAPSE I think I might get out of bed. Might do a chore or two. I’m only thinking about it mind, I have so much to do. Ironing piled to the ceiling, Vacuuming waiting too. However, in assessment, I must confess, it’s true. I was born lazy, and had a relapse. I need to go out shopping. The frig, and cupboards are bare. At least, some consolation, Still instant coffee there. Food to last the little dog, Another day or two. The very thought of moving, Is making me feel blue. I was born lazy, and had a relapse. The car needs some attention, Gas is getting low. Blinker lights aren’t working, Take off is very slow. Ducco’s covered in cat prints, Ashtrays all overflow, I s’pose I should attend to it, There’s something you should know. I was born lazy, and had a relapse. I would love to write a story, For all the world to see. There must be others out there, Afflicted, just like me. I know I’d pick the pen up, If I had the energy. There is something in my way, Not procrastination, you see, I was born lazy, and just had another relapse Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 24 2001 10:03 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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