And I set off, to write the greatest song in the world.
My mind, inspired, and my tongue coming all...unfurled.
My sights were high! My feet, set firmly on the fridgidaire.
And my hands, they typed...a song that has been ne'er, I swear!
But, alas! I hadn't thought of what may occur.
My own laziness, hath rought upon me to-o-o defer me
From the one true feeling of accomplish and self worth -
Writing the greatest song known to man, but now it shall never come upon this Ear-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rth.
And now the laziness forms a glove around me.
Holding me warm, and filling me all up with some sort of glee.
But the fact of the matter, is the one true thing I set out to do,
This song I wanted so much, now will never trickle...like some sort of...morning dew.
AND THE LAZINESS! IT NOW TAKES OVER ME!
And the rest of the song...it seems sort of diminished.
BECAUSE OF THE LAZINESS, I shall apologize to thee...
And the rest of this song...will never be fini...
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