Call of the Drudge

 

Call of the Drudge

 

In homes throughout the land,

Bells ring,

Buzzers buzz,

And beepers beep,

Dragging a population out of sleep,

To face the gray morose of Monday.

 

In kitchens nearly everywhere,

Begins the ubiquitous ritual of brew,

While in some that is accompanied

By the crack of egg,

The surprise thwack of the toaster,

Or the innocent rattle

Of preformed grain hitting the bowl,

Soon to be glazed by too much sugar,

Then shoveled into bodies too small

To contain the coming energy slam.

 

Many homes harbor anxious pets,

Now purposely underfoot,

Hoping to delay a routine

They both do not understand,

Nor can appreciate.

Their upright companions will be gone,

Long empty hours,

And will be in need of much comfort,

Upon their return.

It is a puzzle unsolved over and again.

 

Now doors slam,

And locks snick,

And engines cough,

Their poisoning essence behind them,

And the drudge unsatisfied,

Regains its hold.

Another week will peel from the calendar,

And something will be accomplished it seems.

In some place.

By someone.

You might even know them.

Have another coffee –

You look like you need it.

 

Cliff Lake 4/8/2024

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