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The Sloth

June 23, 2013
By PoetryPassion BRONZE, Providence, Rhode Island
PoetryPassion BRONZE, Providence, Rhode Island
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Slovenly
Slowly
Judged without a beat
I am the person who is looked upon
I am the person who has become the sloth
Sloth doesn’t care
Because no one cares to look
Behind the rolls of instability
Sliding down my body like grease
Yellow and indulgent

Am I destined to stick my hands in the grease and
Take a
Good
Long
Slurp?

Yellow and indulgent
The scent of corruption


And it fills me.


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