Lazy bug

 It's hidden in me that lazy button, that should not exist
It distills me then I drink myself 
Drunken hold dizzy with boldness
Hopeless with food slipping into gluttony

As if the table were angled
to slide the feast down into the mouth
What kind of man becomes this?
This end should not have been reached

Sofa sinks another inch the expanse of fat rests comfortably
Screens feed those tired needy eyes
Knee creaks under the weight of over fed body
Body struggles to even get verticle

Noble causes as sugar and salt
Age and lazy nights
sloppy oven
sunlight and exercise shut out

The cool shade of the house
Lulls us forcibly a phantom sedative
As the fast world blares and rolls from outside
Hidden wheels on the thing

Tracing my body I can't find it
that hidden draining bug inside an organ
Heavy hungry dull and bleeting
ever taxing ever feeding