Usual Stuff

Monotony invades my bones,
I pace in my gray encased zone,
mumbling about nonsense, guff,
just doing the usual stuff.

After work, the kids await me,
with their stories, tears and scraped knees,
being responsible is tough,
just doing the usual stuff.

At last I can kick up my feet,
as the moon and stars smile and greet,
my time vanishes in a puff,
just doing the usual stuff.

Dawn’s light flickers over my eyes,
it’s time to tell dreamland good-bye,
work calls but waking up is rough,
just doing the usual stuff.