One of these days I am going to get myself in order and shape
Thing is, there has not been much of an inclination to do so
Recently, nothing has been happening much, too mundane
Zapped back into repression, people think I am taciturn
Old enough to know better, too cute to care
The idea stems from the pitiful nature of the ignoramuses
The world has had loads of those, unfortunately
I desire to go back to being loquacious and stout
And then wake up to the sound of my wet drool

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