Muzak
Mindlessly meandering, lost in a cloud, this creature so pitiful,
Unto the shell retreating, seeing ghosts though there is none;
Zilch! nothing is truly new to his endless, tiresome monotone
Akin to conversing with his own solitary reflection on the wall;
Kiddo, wake up, there is more to life than constantly whining.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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