How Does That Work?

/ johnlmalone

My mind is a scold.

It calls me sloth,

a lassitudinous layabout.

Is that even a word, I say?

Get off the couch, it says. It’s early afternoon

Attend to your blog.

Your Yorkshire mate puts up three posts

to your one.

Write that poem about airing the sheets.

How they purr like cats as they are stroked

by the sun.

Re-read that article :

‘Should Leopards Be Paid For Their Spots’.

Phone your daughters.

Go see your sister.

Give people their worth.

Go to gym.

Release your inner Thor.

Okay, okay, I grumble

but, in truth, I’m happier

and have loads more energy

when I’m buzzing around

like a gingery bee.

How does that work?

25 thoughts on “How Does That Work?”

  5. Delightful inner dialogue, John. My favorite part is the purring cat sheet. The perfect image of relaxation. Stretching in the sunshine without worry or care. I am hardly ever in that mode, but I’d like to get there more often.

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  7. Ohhh!… “lassitudinous”
    We all love it when you talk dirty.
    Seriously, I’ve been following your blog long enough to catch a lot of the references. Sure I missed some, still.
    Well done.

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