Oh, youโve come to be roasted, to feel the heatโs glare, A legend in laziness, lost in thin air. Your inbox is bursting, your deadlines a joke, Procrastinationโs your hobby, ambition up in smoke. You scroll and you swipe like a TikTok machine, Dreaming of fame with your "vast" daily routine. Ambitions so mighty theyโre bound to the floor, You aim for the stars, but don't open the door. In the gym of good habits, youโre skipping each set, Champion of โTomorrow,โ with zero regret. If excuses were gold, youโd be filthy rich, For dodging lifeโs hurdles without a hitch. You're king of complaints with solutions unseen, Master of visions that die on the screen. So wear this roast proudly, let every word stingโ Just maybe, someday, youโll get up and do something.
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