This is Ms. Sloth, say hello to her Hair all messed up, old tee full of dirt Mama said “bright boy”, papa said “gold” Now she sleeps past noon with a sink full o’ bowls Got ten ideas sittin’ dead in a note Talk big online, then she vanishes like smoke Bills in a pile by the side o’ the bed One sock on her foot, cereal crumbs on her chest Ms. Sloth got dust on the strings o’ her bass Half-made tracks and a bored little face Told her girls “next month, album gon’ drop” Three whole seasons and the files still rot Phone on 4%, couch got her shape Hair smells funny from the rain two days Mind runs fast but her body says “nah” Then she laughs it away with a shrug and a yawn She swears that tomorrow gon’ turn her brand new Said it last winter, then summer came through One more snack, one more smoke, one more lie Clock keeps movin’ while she stares at the sky Ms. Sloth drags feet through the hall Big dreams, tiny moves, that’s all Ms. Sloth says “soon, not now” Still got dust on the same old couch Ms. Sloth hums songs all night Talks real big but she hides from light Ms. Sloth, Ms. Sloth again Runs from the work then cries by the end Girl tried helpin’, she forgot her birthday Missed the bus twice on the same damn Thursday Sink got plates lookin’ tall as a wall She said “five more mins”, then ignored all calls Got a mouth full o’ jokes and a chest full o’ guilt Tiny lil’ towers from the clothes she built Mind feels heavy like wet old boots Yet she grins real wide sayin’ “girl, I’m cool” Back in her room with a pile o’ junk Hands in her hoodie while the whole place stunk Laptop open with a hundred rough cuts None got mixed ’cause she quit too much She paces one step then returns to bed Half a loaf eaten straight, no spread Hair unbrushed and her eyes all red Got six unread texts she pretends ain’t there Mama keeps knockin’, “boy, get a job” She nods one time then goes stare at the fog Said she gon’ change when the year resets Now the year half gone and she ain’t done yet Talkin’ real smooth with a nice lil’ grin Still got dishes turnin’ green by the sink Ms. Sloth knows that the fault’s her own Yet she sinks real deep when she’s home alone She swears that tomorrow gon’ turn her brand new Said it last winter, then summer came through One more snack, one more smoke, one more lie Clock keeps movin’ while she stares at the sky Ms. Sloth drags feet through the hall Big dreams, tiny moves, that’s all Ms. Sloth says “soon, not now” Still got dust on the same old couch Ms. Sloth hums songs all night Talks real big but she hides from light Ms. Sloth, Ms. Sloth again Runs from the work then cries by the end Maybe that animal ain’t fake at all Maybe that fur fits her natural Maybe that laugh hides fear too well Maybe she knows and can’t save herself Ms. Sloth still stuck in the den Same old hoodie, same old grin Ms. Sloth got songs in her chest Yet she buries all of ’em under the mess Ms. Sloth hears folks say “move” But her legs feel glued to the room Ms. Sloth, look close, that’s me Half-dead dreams and anxiety Ms. Sloth still waves her hand Still says “later”, still can’t stand One day maybe she’ll finally run Till then she naps from dusk till sun
