Friday, June 6, 2014

Affliction (and a glib response to it)

Do you know how, in northern climes,
Your car gets surrounded, covered
By salt and dirt and snow-booger slime?

Or how, in more tropical places,
A guy gets bug-bit and sweat slathered,
Overcome by a miserable stasis?

Some days discomfort will hunt you down,
Smear you with honey and pepper,
Try like a devil to make you frown.

Wash your car.  Get A/C.
Take a shower.  Smile.  Be free.

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