Journal

Clichéd Poem About Banality of Life

By Jon Elordi

The alarm goes off as it always does
Hit snooze three times to get out of bed
Arrive at your work early, just because
You were told this was how you got ahead

My works been done for several hours now
If I leave at four thirty would they even know
Never mind, something came up somehow
Honey I’m home! There is nowhere to go

Three years in and there is no change
I was told it’s hard, but it’s really lame
Perhaps it’s just us. We are strange.
Why are we even playing this game

I wouldn’t change it if I could
But sometimes it’s hard to think of the highest Good.