Lotophagi were not sinful
So are our heads in power
Indolent pleasure-seeking is sloth
Glib rhetoric struts as service and sacrifice
For those slimness is stupidity
If no crumbs of bread, why not cakes?
The haves in indolence stain
The white radiance of the skinny millions
Vanished are those days
When poverty was sung as a gem of virtue
-Saying ‘Eat, drink and be merry’-
The gluttonous pot-bellied without compunction
Belch aloud and suppress farts.
Telemachus ‘centred on the sphere of duties’
Is strong and wise –
‘Decent not to fail in offices of tenderness’
But his dad did set stubborn sail.
