laying with the beast

by: Fitz Chiv

One more yawn… The day can wait!
Just a stretch… These tasks can fade
would sitting up do? The ceiling Staring makes dreams look true!
One more book! one more show! No need to look… My fame won’t go!
why move fingers to write a drum? wait… maybe another snare will come?
why move for you? laying here was easier for death too…