I’m a carefree lad,

A lazy git,

Whichever you prefer,

I don’t mind either,

Or anything,

Except having to do work

Of some,

Or any description

 

You know this life’s good,

That of the ne’er bored,

Taking each day,

Just as it comes,

To put on an act,

As if prepared for it,

Such effortless style, such élan!

The secret: Don’t care

 

We, the lazy are proud,

Immersed in idle git pride,

Each line here, a damaging effort,

The blasé manner,

The only one known to us,

Has served us well,

Like everything and everyone,

For even we serve only ourselves