To lie or to lay
That is the question
Others do lay
At dawn or dusk
At vital work
Offering the oval of
Sustenance for many,
Day after day.
Yet, I, in that twist
Of the mind that
Cannot resist the
Urge to lie about,
Noodle around ideas
Which fail to fill
The empty stomach.
Alas, the inanimate
Laying yields the
Protein of life
While my animate lying
Births cellulose ideas.
Still, I lie thinking
In order to be.