Mediocrity: Someone Should Write a Poem About It.

OK, I did, about 8 or 10 years ago. The poem is old, but half-assedness never goes out of style.

Whateverishly,

Cindy

Trenches

My bullet-proof heart
is securely in place,
so I march out the door
with today’s allotted courage.
Just like a soldier
mindful of cadence,
I step to the dol-drum
of my daily duty.
Then five o’clock comes
and all casualties—counted,
I return home once more
and wait for a medal.