Sloth, Gluttony, and Endless Waste- Poems from The Captain's Chair- The U.S.S. MinnowPROSE!

Creak and whine springs sublime.
Back support for dayz.
Even got that fancy lumbar.
Supporting my decline into reclination.

For laziboy is where it's at.
For one to sit and slowly get fat.
Never fear the takeouts here.
Lets nom another chicken leg.

Racks of ribs dripping sizzling sauce.
Micky D's got that special something.
Sugar flowing like waterfalls.
Big screen TV filling up the horizon.
That'll be $1.20.

But for you today, it's free of course.
See you, Sir, made the right choice.
Lazy-boy is where it's at.
A place to sit and slowly get fat!
Infront of TV's welcoming eyes.
Never to judge you or your fries.
Eat it up, don't be late.
For being lazy-boy is now your fate!

An honest job is what I've got.
Sitting up high on this spot.
Hands on wheel and eyes on road.
Looking for my next victim.

Grab it tight and hold it fast.
Lift into the air like a dancer.
Tilt her over, pour it out.
Nevermind the crusher.
Breaking up the flotsam.

For a garbageman's life is never dull.
Nine to five? what a joke.
I got diesel, I got a smoke.
In the great outdoors.

Staring at this strip of tar.
Dictating every turn.
Always on that same route.
Rubbish everywhere.

One little adjustment is all I made.
Now this journey turns into serenade.
Sounds of crunching munching metal.
Got a grinder on this beast!

Blood on the tyres, meat on the grill.
Got the back fully stocked.
Time to fill the larder.
Treat the source not the symptoms.