A Dog Day of Summer

I’m trying laying low at home today.
I’ll make an effort to resist each task
I might incline to self-assign, the way
I have since I was 8 or 9 years old.
I’ll hide my underwear. I’ll learn to play
a new computer game. But wait a sec –
those look like goals! I’ll languish, like I say:
remaining home, disdaining any mask,
I’ll sit a lot; I’ll snooze a bit; I’ll stay.

(Magic 9)

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