Lazyboy Syndrome!
His limbs are numb,
In bottom gear...
He's snoring some,
But he can't hear...
He's found new joy
From Alpha waves...
Poor Lazyboy,
Now sleep he craves...
He needs coffee!
Caffeine's not there...
In Dreamland, see
And gorn all care...
The future's bleak
And black as well,
Yet Lazyboy,
He just can't tell...
As he wakes up,
Sore neck and back,
Maybe leg cramp
Fresh from the sack...
Lazyboy stirs!
Beware! Take care!
It's then he'll curse
His comfy chair!
poem by Denis Martindale
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