Kind of an Ode to Monotony

Monotony, my enemy
Ruins life
It cuts the living soul with a cold-blooded knife

When things don’t change for good or bad
The world becomes boring and sad
Cant stand when life goes just the same
Don’t like it when the world isn’t a bit strange

Life’s a broth which needs spices, salt and a wee bit o’ tang
Without these the feast is indeed quite bland

Life needs ‘em all; whiskey, rum and gin
Add in also, vodka, tequila and a beer tin
Imagine what it would be to drink only water!?!
The world will go mad if it didn’t get a quarter

Just like plain bread n’ butter ain’t no good enough
We need Italian, Chinese and Mexican food stuff

Can’t go on with just black and white
We sure as hell need other hues
The reds, the violets, greens, yellows and blues!

The difference makes a difference all the time
Life needs a kick of cloves and a dash of lime

Why should there be only one husband or one wife?
When variety, my dear, is the spice of life!