The Freedom To Sleep Late

Though rather tepid,

this aspect of my life,

I coon sitter tubby cool

and hoop fully ye

(unknown reader

will quickly warm)

e'en if thee option

to stay abed

might cuz ya to drool

though this re: son hubble

mister rhyme stir

(in this instance) enjoyably

playing the role

of "FAKE" fool

barely breaking a cerebral sweat,

sans minimally exerting

mine mental capacity,

(which got set

to cruise control)

luxuriating at exemption, space/

time continuum junction,

and option to arise

whenever I want, joyfully cries,

sans this pleasure to exercise

allowance to avoid "rat race,"

(though mine circadian

rhythm usually jostles

me (Joe Cur)

awake mid morning,

when dream state flies

away Chuck Norris lies,

no explanation to include

above name sake),

this will be my oh

bitch chew weary,

boot before thy demise

lemme summarily apprise

circumstances (moost NOT

envied by other gals and guise)

cuz receiving social security disability

(predicated on major panic attacks,

social anxiety,

and schizoid personality

disorder NOT tubby confused

with schizophrenia) defies

explanation former severe

 

debilitating, harrowing,

and lacerating symptoms

decreased with medication,

yet the better (or rather

worse) part of my life,

argh...time to shies and Ryan!