Living by one's self, like I and some of you here also, has its advantages, for instance, you have the unopposed power of pleasing yourself in whatever you do. What could be described as a most delightful super selfish altruistic free zone?
There is though the need for a high degree of relentless self-discipline to ensure and maintain acceptable standards, now that you have to iron your own shirts.
This is the story of one such person's successful resurrection after sliding down the "Can't be bothered" pit of degradation.

WOE IS ME TO WOW IS ME

Stuck in the house it's Easter again
can't go out 'cos of heavy rain
skies clear up...rainbow brightens the day.
 Dying April...welcomes blossom filled May

Should I sit in the garden...or laze on the grass
take an excursion with my pensioners pass.
But the seats on the Metro...are too hard a ride
sod it I'll stay...and do nothing inside.
Air the bedroom open the post
breakfast spent sucking at two rounds of toast
couldn't finish them off...fed pigeons the most.
 
Gummed down a bowl of Special K
pots still in the sink...from a week yesterday
watch clouds re-gather...then  randomly spray
oh what a miserable f''kin day
pants need pressing there's a hole in my shoe
hundreds of jobs, can't be bothered to do.

Am I getting scruffy
haven't shaved yet today
does it really matter?
don't go out much anyway.
Time to make the mind up
do I go...or should I stay

Must admit I've neglected
 the habitat where I dwell
Don't get as many visitors now
I wonder does it smell?

I'll have to get out of this rut I'm in
me muscles are gone, losing weight very thin
heart's palpitating...incontinent bladder
unkempt, sad, and useless as...a carpet fitters ladder
this rapid decline I must halt and contain
build up my body, and physique to regain
confidence  what-ever...keep virile and sane.
I'm sure feeling better...is worthwhile the pain.

The resultant reward...of running for fun
was the bolstered up cheeks...of me skeletal bum
  restless bundle of energy am I,
from ugly bug chrysalis...to bright butterfly
 symbolic of power...sport an athletes vest
four inches off stomach...transferred to my chest
 not still for a minute...don't ever rest

The bathroom is a temple
where I worked...achieving my goal
with exercise thorough but gentle
thrown out...all the cheap toilet rolls.
And to Andrex have lately upgraded
no longer pathetic and jaded.
 Head held high, walking tall'
velvety...super-soft Andrex 
 hangs resplendent...on lavatory wall.

Who'd have thought I could agree
that taking advice from a kid on TV
would bring such a change...stimulate me
 this upright, virile, dissipate free
steely...framed.. muscle bound...fit as a flea
  de-clinkered...re-lifestyled...re-graded.  
 Bum Andrex polished...outed to be
 "Clean as a man called David"