I haven't done the washing up
But now I need to find a cup
Because I want to have a drink;
Yet stuff's still stacked up in the sink.
I do not care; I know I'm lazy
And do not tell me I am crazy
For what's the point of even startin'
If I can drink straight from the carton?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem