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?”