[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Superbly Slothful

7 deadly sins circulate inside of you
Yet what is a sin, but greatness's deterrent?

Laziness, idleness, and indolence
A certain state of mind, or a sense
An absence of interest or habitual disinclination
But is the act of taking a breather really so hellacious?

So many problems arise from just charging in
Not stopping, considering and finding what's underpinned
Acts of valour turn to the mothers of misery
all because we didn't think about the little things

Working hard is plain tomfoolery
When you can work smart and halve the timing
And what better way to focus and complete
Than to sit back, relax and think about nothing

So forget what they tell you about your disinclination
And think of Sloth as a simple form of meditation