Though rather tepid,
     this aspect of my life,
     I **** sitter tubby cool
and hoop fully ye
     (unknown reader
     will quickly warm)
     e'en if thee option
     to stay abed

     might cuz ya to drool
though this re: son hubble
     mister rhyme stir
     (in this instance) enjoyably
     playing the role
     of "FAKE" fool
barely breaking a cerebral sweat,
     sans minimally exerting

     mine mental capacity,
     (which got set
     to cruise control)
luxuriating at exemption, space/
     time continuum junction,
     and option to arise
whenever I want, joyfully cries,
sans this pleasure to exercise

allowance to avoid "rat race,"
     (though mine circadian
rhythm usually jostles
     me (Joe Cur)
     awake mid morning,
     when dream state flies
away Chuck Norris lies,
no explanation to include

     above name sake),
this will be my oh
     ***** chew weary,
     boot before thy demise
lemme summarily apprise
circumstances (moost NOT
     envied by other gals and guise)
cuz receiving social security disability

(predicated on major panic attacks,
     social anxiety,
     and schizoid personality
     disorder NOT tubby confused
     with schizophrenia) defies
explanation former severe

     debilitating, harrowing,
     and lacerating symptoms
     decreased with medication,
     yet the better (or rather
     worse) part of my life.