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When I sat at my laptop one day, I heard my windows flip out. They weren’t happy with their salary.
  “Ours is too high! Give us less!”
  “Yeah, you’re spoiling us!”

I went on with my everyday tasks, however, I told myself:
  “Wait, why would I give them a salary, even?”

So I stopped paying them for at least 6 hours.

The next day, they were cloudy.

I said:
  “Where’s the sunlight?”

They responded:
  “Our salary is too low! Give more!”

I was, to be fair, extremely confused, yet it made sense. I opened a window halfway, and they groaned. I sprayed them with glass cleaner, and they wept.

I said:
  “Why do you always complain?”

The windows finally opened themselves, slowly, and said something that opened my eyes:
  “Because labor with no meaning is torture.”

Lazy *******.
If laziness had legs, it’d still ask to be carried.
Maria Etre May 22
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Pax May 13
Perhaps life outside the seascape of emotion
is worth trying to, just live & never expecting
high demand.

Perhaps life gets bitter when your
too alone for such a long time, it's like
You seek company but you never did.

Perhaps life outside writing are more
Challenging than the play of words,
Trying to dare the truth that never
Comes out.

Perhaps life gets busy on things that
didn't matter, you laze around and
listening to stories never your own.
Trying to pass time, like a passerby
Never staying, you just fade in the
background of things you wish
it's Yours...

Perhaps life outside my inspiration
I'm too forgiving, too passive, and
too sensitive that I never care for
Myself. I care too much on my own
Prison that I forgot to believe on myself.

I don't write like I used too,
because I care too less like
I used too...
i guess this is my life.
Lord Aconite May 9
What's there to say?
I sit here waiting,
Waiting for something.
A thing that doesn't know it way
Or maybe it's me who doesn't.
Hopeless, Restless,
I stay,
For that one day,
That everything will be better.
But I know
Nothing changes, if nothing changes.
Nothing will change if we don't change.
neth jones Mar 26
never could be a bedouin
all mucked in
forever oathing me of oblivion

ever the mental moss of bedlam
of miscarried emissions
and planetary visions

  all tucked in
and lucky dip dreaming
stationary
like a calcified grip
inward burning whelk
buckled
Lizzie Bevis Mar 16
My warm blanket feels so blissful,
the morning sun
offers a cruel betrayal,
I know that reality's
cold fingers will crawl
with monotonous detail.
My soft pillows are so comfy,
and time will slip by anyway,
the world outside
can wait its turn
as I delay waking up today.

©️Lizzie Bevis
apollo Mar 13
I am lazy,
I am lazy,
and when I come,
it is a festive day.
After inserting random words into google translate latin:
piger sum, piger sum, *** venero, festivus dies est.
Kaiden Mar 5
Too lazy to die
Too lazy to exist
Too lazy to cry
Too lazy to persist
Too lazy to stay
Too lazy to leave
Too lazy to pray
Too lazy to achieve
Too lazy to pretend
Too lazy to say the truth
Too lazy for the end
Too lazy for your youth
Too lazy to stop
Too lazy to lie
Too lazy to do your job
Too lazy to die
"You're just too lazy"
MetaVerse Feb 27
There once was a man from Mumbai
Whose face had the laziest eye:
     It opened at noon
     While the other as soon
As the sun rose was focused and spry.
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