The Simple Life

I awake to the greetings of the new dawn.
I gaze the once lowly sun that's skyward gone,
And creatures merry as their young ones spawn.
I care about all her beauty
Though i oafishly tender a yawn.

I arise with a fool's head on my shoulder,
That aids my mother's conviction bolster.
She nurtures an opinion stronger
Than diamonds of hers,
That I'll turn out a no good loafer.

Ah! the comfort of stupidity,
I have only myself to delegate and deputy,
For none trust my sense of responsibility.
I'm an idiot,i acknowledge,
And i don't understand your complex society.

Yet my daily chores i must pursue,
A tryst with the pot to discuss number two
After which the soft paper i gently woo.
Yes, the daily drill can be a handful,
And often renders me a dark shade of blue.

My mother thumps me out of the house
As does she her unfortunate spouse.
My contract also includes an educational clause,
So i listen to Mrs. Meyers teach physics,
Whilst wondering what wonders lie beneath that blouse.

The institute breeds a lot of my kind
That are disturbed not by the emptiness of mind.
To my brethren then my loyalty does bind
As i pledge not to be dolefully wise
But joyously educationally blind.

Pretty faces adorn the institute like flowers,
More than once have i sinfully pictured them as lovers.
As Cupid blissfully hovers,
I think it wise to tell one of them
That we could be great under covers.

I live this day over and over again until i count seven,
And on reaching seven i reach the state of heaven;
God loves me, for i see no worries in this haven.
Even as i sleep i desperately ponder,
How could i finish this with eleven?