Friday, August 04, 2017

Stepping in Dog Poop

Climbing in behind the wheel,
A day like any other.
Everybody buckle up before
The gears engage. 
Calm and steady, 
Racked and ready, 
Primed to face the day. 
Not a thought of malcontent, 
Not a hint of rage. 

Then from out of nowhere comes 
A frightful affectation, a 
Cruciferous, odoriferous,
Cankerous projection 
Stepping onto senses like 
A giant squashing bugs, 
Quick to recognize the smell,
My mind keys the connection.

Find a curb, a patch of grass to 
Dance the stench away. 
Kiss my happy mood goodbye… 
Another ruined day.

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