He Is More Than Idle
He is more than idle,
Idleness his Idol;
A sloth without bridle,
Along sidewalks sidle …
Now begun to languish
And had been in Anguish;
You can guess: Empty Tank!
His heart this morning sank;
Why won’t it in basement
For a rump on pavement?
A human to demote
Or send to camps remote;
One I would never quote
Nor in election vote.
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