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.