The Invention of Plastic/Sleeping In

I’ll bet
cave men caught
forty more winks
at the end of a night.
Og may have said,
as, at this moment, I yet might,
“Hell with it, today!”
since the breakfast fire
was a bitch to
light.

In cave days,
folks had basic hurdles
and nothing more to do
than eat or make love
and sleep until the sleeping
was through.
In this day,
with complex social machinery,
we make great 
hullabaloo
of ancient need or longings;
reproduction,
food and 
shelter, too.

Within our time,
we built good walls
around what was found
and free,
embellishing the easy
with modern and enlightened
filigree.
Life
got wrapped in plastic,
seems to me.

We orchestrate
and delegate,
designing work to do
and ‘He who lies abed,
does not move the world ahead’
rings true
but is there a
more important place
for me to be moving to?

Let me roll over
and curse me not,
at the moment, 
I’m
in a nice, warm,
pleasant sort of 
spot.

©  16 mins ago   humor • nature • philosophy