To what I call ignominy,
It gets the very best of me,
(Whitewashed walls of insanity)
Of me:
Who can yet barely stand
The loud-feint repetitious
Monotonous
Pendulum swing.
Like clockwork
Day in.
Daybreak.
Day out.
You too,
Would lose heart
And grieve the soul
Inside the machine
Of thoughtless routine.
For easily done,
Unreasoned, unseasoned;
For this is how we
Wash our hair
Wash our hair
Wash our hair
So early in the morning.
Rygaen Yuui Community Member 
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