The days slip by in simple sameness
Sometimes I lose my place
I look into the bathroom mirror
And see a languid face
Eyes that see such splendid glory
With each new brilliant dawn
Heedless of the grace before them,
Will greet each with a yawn
Living with the gentle whisper
Of waves upon the shore
Sighing, I’m lost in self pity
It’s so mundane, a bore.
But then I hear the popping sound
As my head clears my ass
I realize my life is full
I’m just a whiny lass!
And so I turn from prosaic
To effuse in my praise
For all the glories of my world,
And its changeless ways.
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