Last Night
Last night...
I was just about to hit the sack
when my wall said, "I'm about to crack.
I might need some plaster
to prevent untold disaster."
I said...
"Your problems are mere window dressing.
Mine are much more pressing.
We're all stretched a little thin.
Suck in your gut and lift up your chin."
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