The Architects and the Morrow Days
3. Mister Monday
He was always a quiet, gentle one,
never in a rush, always slow to start
but giving his all. He's second to none
working himself to the ground as an art.
But then sloth struck, engraved into his heart
and it was so ill-fit, it made him sick.
The structure crumbled. The world failed to start
and Lower House came apart, brick by brick.
He lost motivation, caring and hope,
becoming a virtual unseen king
that ruled behind old set rules, tent and rope
as he went on a walkless, sleeping binge
until he was freed from his infliction
but that also came with his eviction.
