Lazyboy Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Lazyboy
All night I sat, enjoying my new Easyboy,
a man my age must have a favourite toy.
Before me stood a paper-laden desk
I'd say it fit the plain description Kafkaesque.
The say a mountain of unfinished, urgent tasks
can be endured, by some, while others must wear masks,
for me, I find a place to rest my aching feet
among the mess they make the disarray look neat.
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