Saturday, February 19, 2005
Still lazy after all these years
My stomach is bigger than my heart.My foolish impulses are stronger than my willpower.
My corner-cutting beats out the zen of completion
and my terribly hot glances burn where my hands will never touch.
I can count on one hand the number
of projects and diversions I complete.
My toes and fingers and cilia on my cells, dare I compare,
are the number of ideas I wish and start.
You may guess from all of this
My life so far is far from bliss.
Tis true, tis a fact
I think way more than I act.
I'm too lazy to finish this poem.
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