Where´s my zen?
The irritations of the new week.
The hand raised ready to tap the cheek.
The outbursts of a dastardly nature.
Why be we such problematic creatures?
Arguement brings punctually exhaustion
on a tray.
Quarrel follows arguement with cauldrons
of disarray.
How far does the calm tranquilty of premidlife
extend?
Under the boot of the universe with my zen.
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