When Your Stride Hits Don’t Hit Back

Sweet Jesus let me reap from grumble garden.

Every goddamn problem in its own row.

I’ll weed ’em and water ’em and

Pick ’em when I oughta then

Plant ’em upside down

To reap what I sew.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



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