Groundhog Day–a new poem about old times

Man lying on sofa with headache or hangover isolated on white background.

Today’s the only day since yesterday;
yesterday was too,
and the trashcan head of today looks like
that of then.
All paths seem to lead the same
on the shameful walk.
So quick to fail at
“I wasn’t going to do this again,”
so soon to get to
just another loathsome morning.

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