Ode to the Sloth

Smiles that never leave your face like a Greek mask.
They remind me that, although not moving, you will one day complete your task.
Do you never wish to get up and run and howl? I think so.
Yet you never try- indeed, you simply understand the feeling is something you cannot know.
Life is simply the continuation of breathing,
Never striving so hard your chest is painfully heaving!
You lock onto something and hold it tight--
No religion for you to pray this will turn out right.
You are spared only out of disgust.
Food is the only thing for which you continuously lust.
That visage that never changes from one of content.
Never once pontificating on what your life has meant!
You exist simply because you do,
And never once ask yourself 'who?'
Can you even wonder why
As you drop from the tree and on the ground ly?
Never once did you consider it a big joke
When the branch you clung to just broke
Or did you simply smile
And think the way back up was more than a mile?
Did you stay on the ground where it was loud
And venture only to gaze sightless ly at a cloud?
In all your years of life
Have you ever experienced strife?
Is there really nothing you need
For which you are willing to bleed?
Soft and gentle, you carry on existing in this simple way.
Yes, simple and empty where you never dream of another day.