The Lazy Poem

Poem Prompt By Bruno Mars  
The Lazy Song  
No excuses for the tone… too lazy to attempt to care  
Just another stupid lazy poem  
No thoughts to keep anyone warm  
Today I don’t want to rhyme, I did not even want to write  
I wanted to see how far I could push my mind to make no sense  

Tired of being right  
Polite  
Courteous  
 
I want to be just downright selfish, have the blissful feelings to see what it would feel like to be callous for just one day  
Tell the world go and fuck itself  
Sorry  
See, when I speak, I just want the wind to carry the weight of my words  
And be done with it  
 
I don’t want to hold the door open, whoever is behind me, if it hits you in the face  
Then so be it, it’s not my fault, you shouldn’t be on my heels  
I want to cut in the grocery line, when the little old lady has all those damn coupons  
She can curse me out, but my mouth can become foul also…once I learn how too  
 
No excuses…hey this is no warm poem, did you not hear me  
I had to get out of my cozy bed and go to work today, bahum bug  
I wanted to pin my hair up and put on a scarf, no tinted gloss or eye shadow  
 
After being up until three o’clock in the morning, sleep was my initial plan  
Seeing patients…horay…not today, want more could I say  
I didn’t have the lust for vitals, flesh wounds, crash carts, MVA, overdoses, Narcan protocols  
No means no dammit go work out or something  
 
I wanted to walk around, in bustier and thong and do nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing  
I wanted to play with myself, take it how you want, your mind not mine…wink  
Eat organic yogurt, read my Essence magazines, and then go to my neighbor’s son Bar Mitzvah today at the Club House  
 
I was up to drinking kosher wine and dining on kosher food  
And to think my neighbor has a very handsome husband to drool over  
But no… Today, I had to go and listen to people complain, moan, groan, telling me about their life story when I could give a damn.  
Yet, I must always be compassionate, have patience, encouraging, and to top it off, I had to smile for eight hours  
 
And to think, I did not even want to brush my teeth, gargle, or floss today  
I now see why Bruno Mars made the Lazy Song, maybe I ought to call him…He did say he wanted to lay in his bed, he also said he will strut in his birthday suit and let everything hang lose…Umm, I do have a place he could bury his essential; damn, I may even blow out his candles. Darn it, I left my Blackberry at home  
 
Oh shit, he said he is not going to pick up his phone to leave a message at the tone  
Where is an errand boy when you need one, they ride on bikes all around this God Forsaken city, when I need one, no spinning wheels within my sights  
I need to get to Bruno Mars, like now  
Here comes the ambulance pulling into the ER, duty calls, fuck!