Comfort

Now if you happen to find yourself,

Unable to get out of your bed,

Just listen to the song I sing,

Or else you might end up dead.

 

There is a reason the sunlight beams

Through the closed curtain

There is a reason the birds do sing,

They warn you of a peril.

 

Now if you find your covers warm,

Comfort do not thank,

For lingering in this cozy world to long,

Will sap you of your streingth

 

Your legs will turn to jelly

Your arms to tar,

Your head will fill with hot air

fill with nonsense and stars.

 

Do not let your fate

be that of languid goo.

Cast aside comfort

and breath in the sunshine anew.

 

Lift from your resting world and lend your limbs

to electric life pulses.

 

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