Oh, lazybones, oh, slothful soul, Why dost thou struggle, why dost thou roll Into the abyss of productivity's cold fire, Where deadlines loom, and tasks conspire?
Let us bask in the warm glow of nothing, Where the only schedule is when the next Snack will be, and the only appointment, Is to lounge, to lounge, to recline.
For in the stillness of a vacant mind, We find the peace that's truly divine, A state of being that's hard to find, In the chaos of a world so unkind.
So let us revel in our slothful pride, For in our idleness, we are free, To do as we please, without a care, For time's a luxury we no longer spare.
And so we'll stay in bed all day, And watch the world go by in a haze, Of blankets, and sweatpants, and a grin, For in sloth, we find our truest win.
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