The 7 Sins: Sloth
“Sloth is not a virtue, Sam”
Boons of wilted willows rake around the house
That houses the malign man steady in sleep
Cockroaches devoured by the untamed mouse
That steadily scuttles up Uncle Sam’s knees
Clothes scattered across the dusty landing
His ex-wife left home, was she too demanding
Couldn’t understand the laziness of Sam’s Life
Last years food remains, still greased on the knife
“Why bother, there’s always tomorrow”
“Why sweat the work when there’s another day
Don’t really believe hard work means hard play
I can soak the clothes and clean the dishes
Still but swimming so why bother feed the fishes
I see the food crumpled before me, please let it be
Why refurbish the carpet soaks up the wine easily
Is that a warning, no I remember going to work
Open the light someone, the rooms full with murk
Now I’ve talked enough, I really deserve some rest
Go away let me be, stop being such a slothy pest”
“Today’s Highlights”
Last night a thunder struck a house a blaze
It was surrounded by such flammable dirt
The windows glazed & the fire grew fast
Unluckily, there was one lone man hurt
He was injured by the occurring gas blast
He died not of burns but of a leg cast
Which he was to lazy to remove then
And the germs ate away through the linen
Therefore it wasn’t the fire but the pests
Dirt breeds dirt & Sloth breeds a slow death
RIP Uncle Sam Sloth
We will let you be