My motivation to be here has always been forever clear
Now it’s gone, as if it was never there.
Like it grew legs and walked out
And I don’t care, there’s no urge to shed a tear.
Now I can’t think of a single reason in hell or heaven
Why I should get up out of this leather chair.
Cos I love this leather chair, it’s brown and was owned by old folk
It embraces and bewitches me with its smell of old oak.
Like a park bench,
This chair is my fortress of solitude and I am its Clark Kent.
Something snapped and now university lectures are no longer my style.
I’ll skip that for a seminar by Doctor Jeremy Kyle
So I can take notes from those who have set the bar in being unmotivated.
Forget uni, I will now become a connoisseur of all things uncultivated.
Because something snapped and waged war on the four kingdoms of my brain
And declared a new regime where apathy will now reign.
And unless the ceiling began to rain,
I will take no showers,
I will sit in my leather chair for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours
Until my skin germinates flowers
Something snapped and I woke up void, emptied of drive.
No fuel, the engine deprived;
Now my apathy steers me
On to the road where doing work actually scares me.
So nothing gets done and I am content with the fact that I am bored.
Nothing gets done and Procrastination himself begins to applaud.
I’m sat in this chair not knowing where my skin and this leather parted ways.
Then I realise that that smell wasn’t because I haven’t bathed in days.
I stand corrected,
That is the smell of my brain fermented.
Something snapped and that’s to say the least.
My brain is now yeast.
Piece written by Caleb Oluwafemi (@Sometime_ish)