It's Almost Noon

It's almost noon
I haven't showered
Maybe I will...
In like, an hour

My floor's a mess,
My bed's undone
I don't even think
I've seen the sun

The blinds are drawn
I might escape,
I'll just wear my blanket
Like a cape

What's that I hear?
Oh, my life just dying,
"Go be productive
You smelly Ryan!"

But why, oh why
Are there things to do?
Books to be read,
Papers that are due.

I'll stare at the pile
And it'll stare right back.
Menacingly in my eyes,
Like a rabid yak

"I promise," I"ll say
"You will be defeated!
Just right after
My feet have been heated."

And so I will sit
Wrapped in my cocoon.
Still telling myself
It's almost noon.