Sitting there, disheveled and unkempt,
Sleeping the day away as if it you held it in contempt.
You lazy hound, with your unshaven face,
Your hair is matted with an air of distaste.
It seems you’re going to sit there forever, you stupid dog,
Sit there and wither away like the innards of a decaying log.
I see how you bulge and begin to grow,
You innocent puppy, you never did know.
The world will pass you by, as the day stretches on,
Till the days turns to weeks, and all your time is gone.
Then what will you do? When the ice in your drink disappears,
Where will you go to quench your fears?
You with your idleness,
Your inability to progress.
You will spend the rest of your life in this chair
Rotting away without a single care.
Author notes
The picture of the dog that inspired this picture reminded me of a couch potato, which reminded me of my dad. He's probably going to die from his lack of inactivity, so I thought I would express my feelings toward the situation.
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Riamh.
900 points, ended November 7, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Great take on the prompt. Thanks for entering, best of luck in the contest.
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This is like a description of my whole sorry life...
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Well then I'm really sorry
But you could change it if you wanted
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