april 2nd

a poem about bed



i'm sure i've got things to do
but i just cant get out of you
bed
i dont know of another place
to get 3o(ish) square feet of personal space
than bed
though theres pleasure in just lying prone
its even better when i'm not alone
in bed
leave for 5 minutes to let food out and in
its where ambition ends - where each day begns
bed