A Weeping Average



I stared wide eyed 
At the brutal banality
Limbs weighed heavy
With the raving mediocracy 
That bounds about me 

Creeping cursed apathy 
That passes for safety 
Comfort taken in 
Replacing daring 
With finality

A planned average
Is not a democracy
No fighting chance
For unusual dictatory
Instead burdened
By bloody mediocrity