Crashbox

Now for the calm part of the day
When energy begins to wither away
And the brain's fine workings are clogged with clay
Here at the far-west end of the day

And the homework wishes for my self
I shift the blame to the nearby elf
And the girl tells me all about her health
Is there someone out in all this self?

The indecision daily mounts
And little dog is about to pounce
Though he weighs little more than an once
You, most surely I will trounce