I said I’d write a poem today.
I guess I can no longer play.
Indulging every inspiration,
It’s time to switch to motivation.
Sadly, this quality is clearly lacking;
My intentions felled by aimless slacking.
Such are the limits of my heat condition,
That staying cool trumps true ambition
To embrace the heat and work today
Or even to get out and play.
This is the why I smoke Mary Jay:
It improves my life in a discernible way,
By stirring up my creative gifts
So I can go write shit like this.