To power through,
get shit done,
stretch like a somber yawning cat
melt with the bed
and take a glorious lazy nap.
My body starts to ache in anticipation
that a lazy nap is just what it needs
but my mind tells me,
(oh it’s definitely telling me)
that once I sink into temptation
I won’t get anything done
and this Anything is looking mighty tall.
(too tired to call you anything else),
you won’t be going anywhere
and neither will I
So off I nap.