Same day, same tasks,
Same people, with same masks,
Boring days of boring lives,
Monotony, foe without knives.
Safety vests and safety hats,
Regulations and welcome mats,
Coaxing us into false lull,
Like mindless herds to cull.
No, my friend, roll the dice,
Dare to add a bit of spice,
Let loose a risqué quip,
Your heart deserves a skip.
This poem was written for the Soaring Twenties Social Club Symposium. Each month STSC members create something around a theme - this month it was “Risk”.