Same Old Kool-Aid

Same old clothes, different style
Same old hair with a different do
Same but different all the while
Same old substance, through and through

In one day… out the other
Out with the old, in with the new
Don’t like one, but love another
Same old church, different pew

Same old horse race, different pony
Same old rat race, different day
Lots of company, still so lonely
Lots to talk about, nothing new to say
Same old love, different person
Same old feelings, to taste and savor
Good at some things, others worse in
Same old kool-aid, different flavor

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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