My Slothful Life Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Can I give an account of my slothful life? Madame
La Pompadour staying home because her teeth are
falling out, Maverick the bus driver sped away from
my running self, too late at 25 to 3 to catch an early

Quarter to 3 bus, today the air-con's set to HOT my
fan works overtime - we shall evaluate tenders from
providers who'll never get a job with a government
that demands absurdly inflated bribes for every task

On Air Crash Investigation 6 pilots committed suicide,
taking non-consenting passengers with them - Aha -
here can I breathe out: a guru claimed every death's
a consented suicide and only people who agreed

Subconsciously will have been on every plane, those
wanting to live will have cancelled or got delayed -
if you believe in free will, the guru said; you must
have free will EVERYWHERE - or NONE at all

If we all consent to life's events & even afterwards,
it gives me courage to go on and I'll not debate this,
just enjoy the freedom in my heart - freed the pain
of being bound I feel so happy being here -

In my office at this time….