The Right To Be Lazy As a Virtue

Whenever in the company of his trusted friends St. Paul Lafargue had always said: "I sure hope I never get a sainthood someday - That would be supremely lame for an atheist In any day and age." The man was modestly honest - If not honestly modest So I did everything I possibly could To make sure we would celebrate his feast day, Every-single-friggin-day! I ran all the way straight to Vatican City, Where I skinned all which remains Of my horrendously disfigured knees After tripping over my own two feet and half a sheet of LSD - That's when I said: "Serves me right for not taking it easy." "Jesus I'm witty!" I was nervously thinking, as I picked broken grass and bubble gum Out from under My gaping wounds - "My God, I don't have any time for this modern-day humdrum!" I defiantly said as I proceeded ahead Demonstrating little more concern For my previously acquired gangrene Than I did for my recently sustained ruptured spleen... ...So to make a long-story painlessly short And to keep all threats of (comedic) violence Condensed to a marginal fault, All that I really had to say was this: "So; How about it? What do ya say?" - After smashing up the whole place With a couple of my favorite teamsters - And that was just about that! Paul Lafargue had been canonized All for a philosophical laugh! - I must've cracked every single situational gag His Holiness had been expecting to be pulled Straight outta my brimstone hat! I guess it's true what I hear everybody say: The Pope is behaving far too liberal these days. So the next time the stupid boss comically asks: "Why is you writin'?! - Why ain't 'cha workin'?!" Tell them as many times over as it may take Until it fully absorbs into their tyrannical brain: "I refuse to work when I don't really wanna; It comes on like a hunger, sometime, after lunchtime."