Said the sloth from under the tree.
Arm on face,
Like a big disgrace,
He lay in the afternoon of summer.
Sometimes the Apple does wonders.
Wake up and run.
Whenever the drop is and wherever the thud is.
Credits are for them and soil for you for now.
Call it penance of your being late,
While you chuckle on the way about the way you do it.
Because you can.
Soar high,
Go fly.