Mud Puddle
Mud Puddle
Has life handed you a kidney stone, Old Timer?
Does the world treat you like a dead gnat in it's oatmeal?
Some days, do you feel like a mud puddle in an ocean?
Do you sense that you are as insignificant
as a bee fart in a bouquet of roses?
Well listen up Bunkie,
and remember,
the only person
you are obligated to convince
of your greatness
is you...
12/13/2020
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