Shoelaces

Untied shoelaces are like an illness.
They’re extremely annoying
And taunt my lazyness…
Which is always unrewarding.

They flop to-and-fro,
Acting silly and playful,
Happy to put me in woe.
It’s practically fatal!

I could trip and fall,
Right in front of a car,
Or be the only one to get hit by a fireball.
Just because my shoelaces are “too far.”

It’s a hard life,
Being lazy.
Full of risks and strife…
It gets pretty crazy.

But I'm too lazy to change.
I know, I know. It's pathetic
Sorry, but I'm staying strange.
It's genetic.