| It used to be the unmade bed or unhung clothes signified Something, perhaps that I didn't much care How things looked or how they were, But now it's more that I do not have the strength To keep at it, to keep it up, To clean it out or clear it away. I think I liked it better when I was just lazy or shiftless Than now when I can't raise my arms high Or keep my feet moving for long To defend myself against these greater evils and lesser challenges. |
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)