Picture this, you’re on you way to work.
Day after day the same. Off on Saturday
and Sunday. Saturday for shopping;
Sunday dedicated to church. Year after
year, oh, the tedium, oh, the waste, oh,
what a shame. One day you’ll find a way
out if your life doesn’t end you first.
Shit happens, you know. Happened to
Paul just the other day, an accident,
they say. But you know it was the same
old same old did him in. And you know
better than to complain. You got it made,
my friend. You keep telling yourself,
you got it made in the shade, basking day
after day in obscurity.
Not even Death bothers to call you out
by name. At least Paul went out in
a blaze of glory.
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Chris Hanch 12-8-2021
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