Shit happens all the time.
That’s the job of shit.
You get a little out of line
Life will see to it
That your comeuppance is on it’s way.
It might not hit you square today.
But when it does hit, you will say
Why me Lord? Why me…?
Don’t you see Lord, don’t you see…?
I’m down Lord, for the count.
Let me sip from life’s grand fount.
Wet my whistle.
Look around…
Just a breather, all I need.
Please oh please Lord, stop this bleeding.
I’ll listen better and be heeding
Your word Lord, please believe me…
I need this spine.
Its a friend of mine.
It helos me whine
The right way.