i dont wanna

i am a little tired
and a wee bit worn out
but most of that is cause
i have an illness called
dont feel like it.
shuffle over the clutter
turn up my nose at the sink
bypass the vacuum cleaner
and sit as i hope
for that little fairy
the one with the dustmop
spic n span in her hair
a bucket full of mundane cures
for all that ales this
lazy little girl
with a flick of her anti dust
right down to the pillow fluff
from the house i leave
to enter it gleam
and wonder where the hell i am