Erik Spector Poet Free verse

The Rule of Pain In the Temple of the Dog

So, you had a bad day
      Things are looking grey
      Pelts of rain hitting on
      Your kitchen window pane.

      The cat has caught a mouse.
      She could be getting lice.
      You microwave your dinner
      That was frozen, very nice.

      Your girlfriend's got the flu,
      Say's she's not so close to you.
      Flick on the TV
      And wait until she's through.

      Order out your supper.
      Invite inside some friends.
      The cat there yawns and stretches
      While palaver never ends.

      The time has moved along.
      You're tired once again.
      Things are looking grey. . .
      In the Temple of the Same.

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