Problem Solving Skills Birthed From Blood, Sweat And Tears.

Shit storms don’t end they

Just let up for a bit.

And if you are the talented type

You can sneak between the shit

Droplets squiggling down life’s pane

To pool in hot hissy fits again.

Watch that puddle.

Watch your mouth.

Stem bad words as

They come out.

No umbrella.

No rain hat.

Just a smile

For the clouds of shat.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

 

 

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