The Lazy Man's Gospel

a slow hand finds the shorter way  

while the sweat-drenched push boulders uphill  

the observant lean back, eyes narrow  

watching the gears turn, catching shortcuts  

not all effort deserves a standing ovation  

some acts demand more thought than muscle  

the lazy man sees the cracks in the wall  

finds the door nobody else tried opening  

he skips the toil, trims the fat  

clears the rubble without lifting stones  

the clever ones know when to stop, let go  

why waste blood if the brain can do it?  

innovation is born in the quietest corners  

where hands are still, minds roll forward  

call him lazy, but he smirks, amused  

he's earned his place by doing less, smartly