In Praise of Idleness - This Town Needs Guns

Fourteen cleaning crimson from carpets of cream

Before that it’s seen

School tie tied too tight

I’m afraid it’s frayed and has dropped my weight

Cough, choke, press your hands on your throat

You broke your nose when your noose broke loose

How quickly caught that I have been

Within the life I’ve failed to leave

Tragic how common this want to rot

Could it be symptomatic of an ancient mechanic?

People evolved for a vastly different time

Before we tamed our thoughts with an inquisitive mind

Move on I’m no good

What do I contribute

Cut the fat from your backs

Where do I exactly fit?

Does the group benefit if I quit

And cease to exist?

Solicit illness from excess

Mental wellness and health

The antithesis of success

In praise of idleness

The true altruists gift

To split the wrist

Self sacrifice

A common drive, it is rife

With science, sustenance is sustained in abundance

How do I feel a pride?

I’m still alive