MAN'S LAZINESS ARMY
Not that I'm holding this
against anyone at home sitting
on couches fat on their ass but
there's wood may need cutting
and it's getting near cold. That,
that, that televised thing you are
watching now - like a winch
enlevered of an angle'd burden
lifting - it's nothing really worth
a shit. There's fire and a hearth
worth composing and you really
ought be thinking on something
else. Perhaps you've never seen
a parade ass titting forth before?
Once the dark comes in, the full
moon's own tallow will beckon -
for whatever it may wish to
beckon for - and you won't
know the difference, will you.
I don't know why you are given
so many years to rot and to
decay like this. You probably
should have been snuffed out,
right in your little cradle. Ah!
But what is man but a
van mystery to me!
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