Repeating Like Beans and Soda

The final prompt for GloPoWriMo for 2017, and one which will enable me (after frantic catching-up) to qualify as having written 30 poems in 30 days, is to ‘write a poem about something that happens again and again’:

This poem should not be about,
I think it quite safe to declare,
The taking of one’s false teeth out
Or brushing of one’s hair. 

For greater depth, perhaps It should
Go in for political stuff,
Like voting-in for greed, not good,
Those who can’t get enough. 

Or else, religions that crop up
With those saying that theirs is right,
And that all others sell a pup,
And all such, one should fight.

 Or scientists who theories claim
Are proven without any doubt,
Until someone some new ones frame.
And throws those old ones out.

Like ones who species must rename
Because of a difference slight,
And cause those who deserve the fame
To vanish out of sight. 

Or those who mega-bucks will rake
From being on stage or in sport,
While folk who some real difference make
Get nothing of the sort. 

Or history that repeats itself,
And people who then will declare.
‘No more such things come off the shelf!’
(Until that shelf’s next bare!)

© April 2017 Colonialist