Leftovers

REMINDER: FORGET TO FISH THE FEED

I don't feel like
Doing anything
Useful
I don't feel like
Doing anything
Right

The only things
That I'll do
Will be things
That I won't do
This night

I'll fish the feed
And teeth my brush
I'll hair my do
And toilet the flush

I'll go to home
And do some nothing
And at the end
Of the start
I'll stop
With the rushing

And then I'll
Feed my fish
And brush my teeth
I'll do my hair

I'll look underneath
My table to check
For a giraffes cactus
Or a magicians deck

And when this day is over
I might return
To my usual self
But this madness I learned
I'll never concern