Lord Bugg

Lazy days, hazy days

Left in a daze for days

I’ll give the whole spiel

I don’t know how I can feel

Both rested and unproductive

If I think deductively

Objectively

Subjecting me

To a busy week

I hit my peak, too weak

To carry on the pace

I feel put in my place

I rest up and fess up

That I need to clean messes up

Because unless I’m frantic

I feel pendantic

Every detail under a microscope

Every detail a micro poke

Needles in my psyche

My anxiety might be

A little over the top

But I feel rested and unproductive when i stop.