Sitting on the couch, snacks piled high,
Thoughts drift away, like clouds in the sky.
Only to forget what you meant to do,
Never found your keys, but hey, how ’bout a brew?
Even the remote feels like a quest,
Really, how did I end up in this nest?
Munchies attack with a ferocious roar,
Oven’s on fire… guess I’m cooking no more.
Return to the fridge, ‘what did I come for?’
Never mind! Just a sliver of that cake,
Sometimes you doubt your own sense of awake.
Explanations for lateness? You’ll need a good tale,
Rambles on and on, but the punchline is frail.
Forgetfulness equals your daily grind,
Even your plants are now feeling maligned.
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