“Everything is fine, it sure is swell”
The lie that everything is going well
Reliable, adequate – never too much
A chinless wonder, always out of touch
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m doing just fine”
Even with this jelly for a spine
At the bell curve, a perfect cog
More average than the trusted family dog
Easily recognised at the office hot desks
The most unremarkable of ‘mehs’
It’s not a sadness as far as you can tell
It’s beige on beige in a mediocre hell
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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