The Mundane
the mundane
nerves all ajangle
stomach knots to untangle
that life once well known
is not playing well at home
builds many obtuse angles
dealing with mundane
each day turning out the same
no bomb exploding
weapons which we are loading
reflects life become too tame
too much day to day
preparedness goes astray
need to stay alert
so people do not get hurt
most serious game we play
much of the humdrum
turns nerves into taut snare drums
pounds out the feeling
rockets may some come squealing
pay attention or succumb
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