Sunday is the day
To rest and pray,
To walk and talk,
Until my feet will turn into chalk?
Don't worry, I'm just exaggerating
I did this to catch your attention,
but I know that it's not gonna happen
Because you are not listening
but I don't care, because you don't care.
The truth is I am lazy to get up
So my Mom went up,
To tell me "Mae get up!"
Then I jump out of my bed,
And went down to eat bread
When I return to my room
I began to write this senseless poem.
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