Humour

I too shall paint 
All walls the same hue 
Echoing dullness never straying 
From the brand that is known, 
Once tested supreme 
And since never differs 
But simply changes a brush stroke. 
 
I too shall sing 
The same tone to every repetitive beat, 
The same reviews for every song 
And never stray or dare 
To alter the formula tested and true, 
To get reviews from the deaf masses, 
Now enslaved to muzak. 
 
I too shall cook 
Adding water and salt 
As the seasonings of the ambrosia 
You have come to love, 
For god forbid the recipe is shaken, 
And the evils of cumin destroys your world.

Banality