(« Glass of Beer and Playing Cards » by Juan Gris)
everyday was the same
but she wouldn't notice
oblivious to the game
that had become practice
well, many times she had
but she couldn't stand it
it always felt so bad
better to deny it
rising up as a ghost
toilet, table and toast
iron, shower and post
conform, comply and coast
first stumper of the day
what to wear to the store
while lessons on the way
keep knocking at the door
off to the job she hates
though everything she needs
is handed on her plates
from product
