Saturday Morning Lazing

I've not yet risen from my bed Chose to write poems instead The stranger contests I attempt All N/As I can pre-empt Why do I try and top the chart To what avail, why risk my heart I'm clearly hooked on pats on the back To give me confidence that I lack Win or lose it shouldn't matter As I tap out reams of poetic chatter The prompt somehow inspires a word Regardless sometimes of how absurd I write too much about abstract thought Ignore advice that I sought Loop around with the same debate Wondering if this is the real conscious state I could go on but I need to charge my phone Eat some food, not leave dog alone Everyone is happy, so that pleases me 4% left, time for crumpets and tea