by Valium, urged on by Viagra, uplifted
by Prozac, I go about my daily rounds,
a quotidian member of the quotidian hierarchy,
a Perseus with neither a war nor a best friend,
and sink to the depths of despair
on the broken wings of my own mundanity."
Michael Blumenthal, from his poem,"I Think Constantly of Those Who Were Truly Great." See the complete poem on the October 21, 2014 entry for The Writer's Almanac.