Some days feel
like a shit machine
and a hard place that
you're now stuck between.
No matter the path
or decision you take
you land in the pyramid
it deficates:
the machine I mentioned
a few lines ago
has today, made it's presence
unmistakeably known.
I guess that's life.
You ebb and you flow.
And time catches up to you
wherever you go.
I gonna try dismantling
this new pile of trash,
with extreme predjudice,
(i.e. kick it's ass
to the curb and dare it
to never come back),
and now execute my
metaphoric attack.
But I know, as do all
that a great victory
of the shit, can only be temporary.
There's no way to vanquish it
all future days.
But even temporary wins
feel good anyway.