I really hate to be bleak
but I repulsively reek
from fumes of failure and fear
the odious stench of the weak--
I continue to caustically cope
while harboring half-hearted hope
to somehow garnish my gear
with more assertive soap
Are You Reading Me?
I know the smell and the feeling Bob....no one can tell it like it is quite like you! :-)
ReplyDeleteHeehee thanks Carrie, I try.
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