Crap is a feeling.
Feelings are good.
It’s when we don’t have them
(And know that we should)
That we worry.
But you’re still here in the neighborhood.
You’re sweaty, impatient
Your ready to kill
You want to fight
And you take your pill
So swallow
Wash it down
And wallow
Lay there in those stinky bed clothes
With bugs galore
But Goodness knows
You are almost well
And you know
Because you feel like crap
And that’s a feeling.
© Lee Broom
Advertisements
