wasted is his lazy

another poem

three days to waste

no one make a haste


lets lay for those

people who striked at the nose


resting eating sleeping

no car away from leaving


no need for walking


lazy is what it nothing

even though its worth something


to tired to cry or luagh

to tired keep or have


also consider a sin

sloth is its name, to win

must lose a will till then


minus three days so never to do


yesterday to tomorrow is to soon