REPEAT...UNTIL:

lately i've been contemplating a new strategy
for Getting What I Need
from the world.
do we have to go to fucking applebee's?

basically, if i say something
and i don't like
the results
you can "take a mulligan,"
with me. you're lucky:
i'm generous.

you be a full auditorium,
i'll be a junior high school principal
unsatisfied with your response.

i said good morning.
except i won't say i said.
i'll just say good morning,
exactly like i said it the first time.
again and again, until i'm happy.
until i get what i'm looking for.

do we have to go to fucking applebee's?
do we have to go to fucking applebee's?
do we have to go to fucking applebee's?

steady, consistent, unrelenting.
without comment, or smirk.
selfishly, madly, madmaningly
unmoved, unchanging.

is the world stuck?
is the world stuck on repeat?
that's what you'll wonder.

you'll be bill murray in GROUNDHOG DAY;
i'll be whatever forces are at work
in GROUNDHOG DAY. get it?

anyway, i finished a poem.

anyway, i finished a poem.

anyway, i finished a poem.
oh, i guess you can read it.
want to go bowling?

of course, this Life Strategy is not
without its perils. one laying down boldly
before the bulldozer
of time
demanding justice,
and satisfaction,
would have to be cautious.
it's easy to get
into trouble.

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