song of a sloth

song of a sloth

Many a day do i spend

Pursuing the latest trend

Even now as i write this song

I'm religiously lyin around.

Staring into nought

I let you think i'm in serious thought.

Do not assume my conscience doesn't say

Get up and live the day

But i'm not one to fall

For temptations seemingly too small;

To a mind so mired in inactivity

That it has mastered the art of sloth.

Now neither beck nor call nor threat

Can shake me out of this trance.

Coz the machine inside has come to rest

And creaks painfully at its best.

......Now i'm a hornet's guest

As I watch him build his nest

Sparrows dart in and out

Leaves rustle in the light breeze

Everything is peaceful, yet somehow morose

and another day draws to a close...