I can't get up because if I do
I'll just be staring at the wally
I'll take a long look around me
and forget what I got up for
breakfast being the only thing
that gets me out of bed

my stomach screams and to the floor I fall
gluey eyed I stumble through my room and down the hall
at least I can scratch my balls
Cocoa Crispies calling my name and crackling in my head
my pipes are getting rusty
my brain smells more like cheese

I think I'll watch some t.v. or spin a record instead