Lounge Lizard

If the world owes each body a wage,
why do many strive
keeping minds and heart fit,
submitting, in their soul,
to a higher will?

The work weary know a sweeter sleep
than those who fall
into bed exhausted
through avoidance of labor,
yours is a longer row to hoe.

Lie down amidst the soiled linen
on your smelly bed.

The Son shall come to you,
if He really wants your love,
to prove that He is worthy.

The serpent whip shall flay you,
after you've rested
all your days and wasted
all your nights, eating
the fruit from another's tree.

Get up and move, while free to choose
which path you wish to follow.
The snakes await your slothful soul
in the seventh circle,
since you are too lazy to walk away.