Lazy- A*s Writer

I’m a lazy-a*s writer

The laziest there is

I revel in my laziness

Aware of the writer’s code that refutes the use of the same words in succession

Like – lazy

But I don’t care

I’m too lazy to care

 

However, this only concerns writing

I’m an excellent sage

Some have even compared me to Ghandi

Thinking about it now, I sense it was all fallacy

And a bid to make me pick my pen again

And inspire people

And inspire I did

But for a short while

Until laziness struck. Again

And I dropped the pen for the umpteenth time

 

The world clamours for hard-working fellows

Work-crazy, rest-loathing, gruesome fellows

It also embraces abortion

Supports wars

And maims kids in their classrooms

Safe to say the world is psycho

So, I’ll ditch it’s expectations

And sulk on my couch further

Because I’m lazy

 

I’m lazy enough to watch TV all night

And see lifeless children litter the streets of Syria

Lazy enough to see hungry refugees lay half-dead on train tracks in Austria

Lazy enough to see that young girl across the street struggle to support the weight of the bulge in her tummy

Whilst the culprit; ‘Uncle’ saunters around town without remorse

And yet, at the corner of my eye, I watch the hard working folks scamper around town

Caught in the hustle and bustle of life

Oblivious of the pain

Ignorant of the chaos

 

They say life is a race

And everyone is running to win

Lazy me is confused

Win what?

But I’ve never quite figured it out

Perhaps because I’m too lazy to think it through

 

Seeing as I’ve digressed into territories I didn’t plan for

I think I’ll retreat a bit

And take back a few of my words

Perhaps I’ve exaggerated a bit

In my bid to kick start my almost dormant writing career

Yes, I’m a lazy writer

But no, I’m not a lazy person

But that’s what the world sees me as

The one that has so much time to be bothered about other’s worries

 

I’m a compassionate being

Sometimes to a fault

And although I’ll like to fly a plane and dump food all over Sudan

Or breeze into the minds of the soldiers in the middle east and whisper peace into their souls

I can’t do any of that

I can’t climb on a podium like Martin Luther King Jr and inspire

Or take hunger strikes like Ghandi

Hence, I can’t but feel helpless

And watch as the world goes knee deep in pain and suffering

So I’ll hold up my pen

And hide miles away from enemy lines

Furiously scribbling in my notepad words and more words

Words that I hope can make a greater impact than they would

For this reason, I consider myself lazy

A ‘lazy-a*s’ writer

 

Mike Dammy