Familiar Ground
Keep doing the same thingsOver and over, the routine rut
It might be deja vu, except
I know it's all happened before
And will again tomorrow
Get up, drag myself out of bed
Stumble into the bathroom
Stub my big toe on the end table
Close my eyes and choose
The outfit of the day
Brush the teeth, comb the mop
Grab a glass of juice or milk
Then rumble off to work
Grit my teeth while dealing
With all the moronic people
Then after eight hours
Rumble back to the house
Eat dinner, watch some tv
Change into shorts or pajamas
The tottle off to bed
Next day, do it all again
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