Effortless

I tried the effortless, dishevelled look,
Hoping it would be difficult to tell
That all it meant was: I'm not feeling well,
I'm hoping to retire, find a small nook
Where I can sit in quiet with a book
About Rossini, fame, and William Tell.
There's something nasty out there I can smell,
And I've become afraid to ask the cook.

I wasn't energized by pleasant thoughts
Or happy dreams with frogs and cockatoos
In tropical environs, or the booze
I threw back when my muscles were in knots,
But felt instead a cold wind, took some shots,
And tried that look, after a good long snooze.