By Ann
Because, as we know,
Being a grown up is hard.
Harder when you’re dumb…
If I could count the
Countless times I found too late
My shirt was backwards.
Out of socks again.
I could simply do laundry,
But we know I won’t.
Now I work from home.
What is this so-called sunlight
Others talk about?
Cookies for dinner
Is not a healthy choice, but
Nothing can stop me.
Yet another plant
Gifted to me, so unwise,
Soon I will kill you.
Don’t judge me, Netflix.
Of course I am still watching.
You know this damn well.
I cannot get up.
There is a cat upon me.
Yes, a good excuse.
Into the Friar 