cool excuses/phat regrets

a twinge of lament
in a moment of weakness
a deliberate circumvention of morals/goals/standards
and a decidedly ill-advised last minute change of heart

an afternoon spent
wasting away in sweet,
warm pink placenta

atrophy ensues
serious bloating
and a loss of will

the automatic process of private logic
intellectualizes away all responsibility
and the pain that follows seems uncalled for

but hey
beats workin'