Upon this cushy cloud, I take my seat,
With snacks aplenty, life feels oh so sweet.
Yet lofty dreams of grandeur fade away,
When I forget my keys and then my way.
My mind’s a merry-go-round, spinning fast,
While foes in my fridge dance, a hungry cast.
“Just one more chip”—the battle that I fight,
Yet find I’m full, but craving pizza's might.
With every puff, my plans I do suspend,
As hours slip by, and I just can't pretend.
A genius thought emerges—what am I?—
Then I forget it, lost amidst the sky.
So heed this verse, oh seekers of the green,
To laugh at life’s absurdity, unseen.
For in the haze of bliss, we often roam,
And sometimes find we’ve left our pants at home!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
