Feeling bored, so I typed this up. Its been on paper for a bit, dunno if I like it or not, but here it is. Enjoy.
Ballad Of An Lazy Bastard
His pencil languidly dragged against the rough surface of the paper, each character afflicted with a boorish slant.
I didn't feel like running so I walked
I didn't feel like walking so I crawled
I didn't feel like crawling so I sat
And I waited for life to embrace me
I thought it was too hard to yell so I so I spoke
I thought it was too hard to speak so I whispered
I thought it was too hard to whisper so I was silent
And I waited for life to embrace me
I believed it too troublesome to smile so I smirked
I believed it too troublesome to smirk so I frowned
I believed it too troublesome to frown so I was impassive
And I waited for life to embrace me
I was too tired to laugh so I giggled
I was too tired to giggle so I snickered
I was too tired to snicker so I cried
And I waited for life to embrace me
I couldn't think so I wondered
I couldn't wonder so I considered
I couldn't consider so I realized
That life would never embrace me
Looking down at the paper before him, Shikamaru set down the pencil and reread the drabble. Grumbling he crumpled the paper and muttered, "Writing poetry is too troublesome..." and tossed it into the wastebasket nearby. Then to satisfy his nullified soul, he went to the security of his roof to watch the serene bodies of clouds drift by.
