I’ll bet
cave men caught
an extra forty winks,
said, “Hell with it..”
a time or two since
the breakfast fire
was a bitch to
light
and there was no mortgage due,
nothing
of dire import more to do
than sleep until the sleeping
was through.
Ours is
artful act
and very much ado,
about the same old nothings;
finding food and shelter,
reproducing, too.
Modern life’s accomplished
with a, “Git ‘er done..”
attitude
and complicated systems
we pledge allegiance
to.
Within our time,
we built a world
from what was found
and free,
embellishing with
modern and enlightened
filigree.
Life
gets wrapped in plastic,
seems to me.
Now,
there’s orchestrated work to do
and
‘He who lies abed,
does not move ahead’
might ring true
but where in hell exactly
is this ‘he’
a-going to?
Let me roll over
and curse me not,
at the moment, I’m
in a nice, warm,
pleasant sort of
spot.
Robert On The Air 