Selective Slackerism
by Michael Doyle

When every word that has been written and read
And when every loss has been found in things said
It comes down to something less than intellectual
Between the discipline and the passing ineffectual

Wins and losses are shared within life's process
Taking the fair share of what might pass for success
Some challenges are easily greeted and met
And others still that only end as passing regrets

Sloth might be seen as one of the seven deadly sins
But there it is in my life, popping up again and again
Incongruent characteristics might be analyzed
One to be praised and the other to be stigmatized

The gwichanist lifestyle is inadvertently primary
Taken for granted as ruling life in an arbitrary
Way that allows some tasks to be breezily done
And leaves others nonchalantly left as not begun

Despite, as it were, the best of life's inattention
This isn't the laziness worthy of Western condescension 
There is a defect in some of life's mundane actions
That make these less to bring a need for their satisfaction

There are so many mundane things that do not stir devotion
And in the long and short run seem barely worth the commotion
There are things that make one selectively lack the motivation
And these hardly seem worthy of taking a moment's inclination

To do without returning the fast of what is cast
Into the light of those things that really do not last
Too much or too little comes to the enough of self-agency
It's a matter of prioritizing for oneself with leniency

Choosing not to bother with unnecessary chores gives time
To look around for one more of other selections of rhyme
Starting down the road of more life yet to be had and given
The permission necessary gives oneself more time to live in

(c) June 10, 2023  Michael Doyle
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