Laziness is my forte

Loathing to move
And have to think of work
Zzzzzzs are my favorite form of travail
In between naps
Never far from the couch, the bed
Even the carpet will do
Sometimes, yes, I get nightmares
Seeing myself slaving on a production line
 
Insanely trying to keep up
Sweating like a fool
 
My mind playing tricks on me
Yet I wake up and get away (in part)
 
From all the nastiness of that inhumane world
Or not - as I find my return from  Hell
Rather as if I just entered another one
Thus the severe protests from mind and body
Ending in tiredness and further wish for repose.