Lazy and bored,

A bed-loving sort

A master procrastinator

With a mind like a calculator

Always calculating the things I need to do

But never attempting to finish a few.

I scroll mindlessly

Shop for things I don’t need

Look at texts I won’t read

As I avoid me

And all of my problems

That I always ignore

Writing poems is the only thing

That leaves me less sore

But then I read some sad books

That I know will trigger me

Because the sadness that I know

Is warmer than the joy that I seek