Lazy
A man who believes there is much grace in patience and inactivity. A man who would rather do a thing
the next day, if not never! One who regards indolence and inertia as an elegant art form, to be cultivated with careful practice over time so that a habit becomes second nature. A symptom that you were born – not with a silver spoon but the whole 24-piece, gilt-edged cutlery set. The lazy man looks down upon labor as an
unnecessary device of the humble and the needy to secure the comforts and qualities of life that would enable them to achieve a state of laziness. Since he’s
already there, the full circle already come, he pulls out a mirror from under his pillow and gazes starry-eyed into it and says to himself, blushing at his precognition, “god! You’re awesome!”
Martha: “I hope you flushed
when you were done?”
Dopey the pet poodle: “ Mama, I was too lazy to tear around the Poplar in circles to look for
the flush!”
Martha: “
not the Poplar under which Davis, my husband, and your dear departed owner is buried?”
Dopey:” how did you guess, mama?”