Doing Hard Time

It was a bad situation.

All of creation

Had stymied elation and

Led to tough shit piling up.

She had had enough.

The going was rough.

She was calling life’s bluff and

Life hollered back.

Life pleaded.

She needed to be

Heeding the pleading but

Complaints filled her ears and

Year after years she

Moved bad shit from this pile

To that pile and

All the while

Nothing added up.

Still shit in her cup.

It ran over and over.

Stunk up tomorrow

Complaints couldn’t stop it.

Her shit storm would profit

As it flowed from underneath

Her umbrella.