POEM: The Hole of Life

Sometimes life leaves you only shitty choices. Of coarse, in many cases, making at least some choice is better than doing nothing or living in fear. Fortunately, whether we make a choice or not, a new set of choices arise, and then another set of choices. May your days be choice…

The Hole of Life

He made his mark
Shit-stain that it may be
Though just
Arguably bettor
Than being scared shitless
Fore the whole of life

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