Stop Thinking
Sure life is a disappointment, but is it menial?
Salvageable? Palpable? Tolerable?
My brain waves are pondering this.
I am not a philosopher or anything,
yet here I am, thinking again.
Stop thinking! Society tells me.
Follow the status quo.
I am making up my mind.
Let me have a minute.
Life is menial for sure.
I am menial.
You are menial.
Oops.
Sorry.
Did not mean you, Mom!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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