Monday, April 19, 2010

Kitchen spill

False cheer melody
Announces Monday morning,
From soulless cell phone;

Sour, obscene, it seems,
Now our battle lines are drawn
On silly small beer;

Juice-stained kitchen floor,
Pretext of our division:
Wee causus belli;

I will acknowledge
Peace must break, at intervals;
This happens sometimes;

But Monday morning,
Crouching in stupid foxholes
Is dreary and gray;

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