Monday.

Amongst the satin small talk and elbow joints and dried snot,
Amongst the sliced white bread and the facts and the figures and the dry stains on livers
Amongst the inferiority and arrogance and these both in hand
Amongst the fear merchandise and customer satisfaction,
Amongst the tabloid rinse and the shit throwing monkeys
Amongst the monging out and the staying in to watch lurid effervescence dancing the robot in a languid, plastic frame
Amongst the tired eyes searching for the next soft boiled egg
Amongst all the smithereens and the explorers and the microscopes, telescopes and frightening science:
I have found a place to be happy and warm.
Still it excites me.