Snoozer the Loser
Sleep was always Snoozer's best friend
Come morning, he had the shades down,
to keep the sunlight from pouring in
Waking up and getting out of bed
was always a chore to him
Then having to go to work,
man, the drudgery never seemed to end
Taking a nap was his buddy,
resting his eyes was his cousin
He didn't pop prescription pills,
he wasn't a stoner,
he wasn't a boozer
Though he was fond of the nickname Snoozer,
he didn't like being labeled Snoozer the Loser
The way he saw it, sleepwalking
kept him from doing
a whole lot of unnecessary talking
It was win --- win, my friend
Now he never voiced this publicly,
but he thought comas were actually kinda cool
Plenty of uninterrupted sleep;
what's not to like about that,
except maybe being a vegetable tool
So if you happen to visit a large warehouse
in some sleepy backwater town,
and notice a corner office with the shades down
You can rest assured that
Rip VanWinkle's distant relative, Snoozer,
is product testing a mattress on company ground
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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