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The Stoner's Lament: An Acrostic of Woe

Sinking into snacks, my hunger's now a beast,
Tired of forgetting where I parked, at least.
Oft confused by simple tasks, like tying shoes or laces,
Napping in the middle of life’s unusual places.
Erasing all my plans, with a single puffed sigh.

Realizing too late, I missed a friend's birthday bash,
Every episode watched yet no memory to stash.
My couch is my kingdom, but alas! it's a trap,
Or did I just sit here to fall into a nap?
No wonder they say, "With joy comes a high!"

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