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God Of War Emasculated


Tuesday disgraces its origin.

The day has no flavor.

It is a soggy tuna sandwich.

Tuesday is the day to clean toilets.

It is a day when anticipated calls

are never returned.

Colds begin on Tuesday.

The alarm is always too loud

on Tuesday morning.

It is office building industrial carpet.

Now, the War God of the mundane,

it has the same appeal as dust motes.

Lately I realize,

I am becoming Tuesday.