Sonnet- The Lazy Master

But who will bell the Cat, a nasty Cat;
Who's blind to reason, logic and fairness?
Who devours mice but will not touch the rat;
And blames others for his own carelessness.

And who can waste his lungs on ears so deaf?
That cannot hear throughout the hearing range?
For doing nothing, he is Master-Chef;
The food he serves is tasteless, bland and strange!

Yet, world praises such people to the skies;
Who spend their hours in office lazily;
Such men manage to maintain their white lies,
Doing nothing, retiring happily.

Accursed then be such Bureaucrats,0 God;
Inhuman men, who're fit to be mere clod.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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