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Confessions of a Lazy Poet

I no longer brush my teeth
or wash my face
before I go to sleep
like Mom always told me

On dumber days I forget to eat
and stay up late watching bad TV

If the world turns nasty
all I can do is look away
dreaming of a place to hide my failures
waiting for the sadness to leave

And then when the words hit me
I let them slip past
watching them tumble towards lost
before they slide away forever
into a great unwritten sleep

But I guess
it doesn't matter--
I'm sure there's plenty more
where they came from