Leonard, why didn't you complete your chores?
You have the memory of a gnat
Forgive and forget in Carlyle Street
Leonard, you don't live in this house by yourself
Put things away when you are done with them
Forgive and forget in Carlyle Street
You are the hump of the misshapen one's back
And this is the transitional phase of morbid humanity
Leonard, you are simple and gifted in your own way
Skirting cancelation by using antonyms
With slight sarcasm, they carry outwards misbelief over the goal posts
And that one is for not knowing the rectifier
And not jotting down every single one of Leonard's mistakes
The day indolence overflows its tank has not happened yet
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