Ennui

This is a time to gloat 
we are such pieces of work
This is how we go about
our daily Ennui

We bathe in the Sun
We Love, eat and try to gain Respect
We then amble along
Gnawing into space

We hate the sound of white noise

"This is mine, this is yours"

We croak until hoarse,

scratch until bleed.

We send our children

Into prompt assemblies

to ask for wisdom

good thoughts, words and deeds

We build our castles

And etherise our air

Then ask for allegiance

to our whimsical gods

We broker peace

Sober in solidarity

But hide our rancor

To light a wayward fire