We'll have burgers and fries
and watch the kids play
after sunday supper with the folks,
a viciously ordinary day.
Sometimes the roof leaks,
but only when it rains.
The floor gets dirty.
The carpet collects stains.
We cut the tall grass,
and feed chickens the scraps.
We empty the trash
a bit late perhaps.
And we wait in vain for greatness,
great joy or terrible strife,
while we muddle thru our days
in this, our B-movie kind of life.
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