When scat splats your life
Loose your job and your wife
She gets kids, house and dog
Ignore all games and stay the grog
Don't dribble in a self pity monologue
Instead, find words for the truth you feel
Write it down, then all becomes real
Inscribe for others that wicked bane
A force which drives you almost insane
This will ease the strain and cure the pain
In other words, compost the sh*t you get
Then plant petunias and potatoes in it
Do not be a victim of sorrow purblind
For true strength lies within the mind
Where words and truth get combined
Jim McGill, October,2024
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