At the slightest hint
Of dangers that lie ahead
I collapse and freak
Like the Carolina Fainting Goat.
Texting and calling
And thinking and blogging,
And yet nothing done
Towards the real fixing.
Because why bother
To get yourself
In trouble yet another
When it doesn't bother
The brother and the sister,
It doesn't to me either.
It does to me, a bit
For real,
But what does it matter
Yet another day
And another week
Down in the gutter.
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