“Way too ‘blah’ to move” Gun Roswell

Today like another day, you see

Nothing special happened 

The weather got the best of me

Siting in my chair, feeling crappy

It doesn’t matter if it rains or snows

Even if the cold wind blows

I always find my excuses

Those are better than being a looser

Doing nothing is an art form

If you lazy about without getting scorned

Find what ever reason 

Hell that is hardly treason