This Town Needs Guns - In Praise of Idleness

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Fourteen cleaning crimson from carpets of cream
Before that it’s seen
School tie tied too tight
I’m afraid it’s frayed and has dropped my weight
Cough, choke, press your hands on your throat
You broke your nose when your noose broke loose
How quickly caught that I have been
Within the life I’ve failed to leave
Tragic how common this want to rot
Could it be symptomatic of an ancient mechanic?
People evolved for a vastly different time
Before we tamed our thoughts with an inquisitive mind
Move on I’m no good
What do I contribute
Cut the fat from your backs
Where do I exactly fit?
Does the group benefit if I quit
And cease to exist?
Solicit illness from excess
Mental wellness and health
The antithesis of success
In praise of idleness
The true altruists gift
To split the wrist
Self sacrifice
A common drive, it is rife
With science, sustenance is sustained in abundance
How do I feel a pride? I’m still alive