I'm lying in my bed

Sorrounded by dunes of clothes

Valleys of books and rubbish"

"I should really tidy up in here"

I say to myself

As I grin at my computer screen

"Probably," The screen answers. "In a sec."

"Yeah," I say as I sit there for an hour

Scroll, stop, scroll

No, clean this up

You have no future

Loser

Pig

I'll do it later

"Alligator." The computer answers

What an ugly sense of humor

I should really tidy up

My dad is already complaining

And my mother is already scolding

Whatever

I bite my bottom lip

And play with my clothes

I smell like a recycling bin

But no, I can't

I don't wanna get up

Yes, I should...

Nah, I'll stay here

And sleep away

All these idle years