These are lazy lazy days
My eyes are half asleep
I get up from the warm bed late
And go to nap on grass green.

Even if the sun is hot
I cannot be bothered to turn
Everything is comfortable
And I make most of this run.

These are lazy lazy days
So come and wake me up
We will eat fruits and sandwiches
And nap when we are done.

If the sun gets too warm
I'll roll you into the shade
And with everything comfy here
Kittens might come out to play/

These are lazy lazy days
But they make me happy
These are the days to roll around
And make sweet lazy memories.

Its as if we have become too lazy to even exist.

Half a day
On half power
Half productive
but doubly
Relaxing

I've lost the will to penned
the undetach cord
between real and fantasy
where I laze and daze
the uncomfortable feeling
until I become the ultimate leech
who ***** people
dry.

This quarantine's got me dizzy
Someone help me
With a cup of hot coffee
Or should I go on
Being lazy