Ages & Sins 14: Sloth

In my final ‘seven deadly sins’ sonnet (also the final sonnet in my ‘Ages & Sins’ collection), I make the case for sloth. As with all my musings in this miniseries, I take the position that a so-called sin is love for something that others deem unacceptable. And who would determine sloth a sin? The grafter, of course!

The speaker of this poem is self-admittedly slothful. Their “body loves to lounge”, “rest” works for them, sloth “troubles” them not. The speaker addresses their antipode – providing a counterargument to challenge that hardworking critic.

The capping couplet suggests their complainant believes themselves to be more worthy – closer to god. (Sloth is a sin, after all.)

My sloth troubles me not yet you it irks,
The fat within my skin gets under yours,
Rest works for me; for you endeavour works,
My body loves to lounge; yours pause abhors.
You place my ‘free and easy’ in the dock:
Who’s in the right? Who has the right to judge?
A sledgehammer would smash a gavel’s block
And hands moving too fast pronouncements smudge.
Your issue with my leisure is you need
Conclusive validation of your choice:
To strain and sweat, to blister and to bleed,
To volunteer your brawn, to lend your voice.
	Lord if you cannot handle my malaise…
	Begone, seek active angels you can praise.

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