The lazy man sat in
his rocking chair and
ruminated upon
life’s ups and downs.
The slothful man
considered his life
and all he hated
while busy
at his rounds.
The lazy man sat in
his rocking chair and
ruminated
upon life
with smiles and frowns.
The slothful man
thought of everyone
he hated,
those who caused
his fall down, down,
down.
The lazy man read
two meditations
or was that three?
The slothful man
gleefully decided on a
shooting spree.
The lazy man pondered
another book.
The slothful man
didn’t know how
many lives he
took.
The lazy man
just shook
his head.
The slothful man
was pronounced dead.