One has to have a sense of humor–When you oversleep,
come in late and some simpleton spreads a rumor–Find
a grey hair, a stain on your blouse, an uninvited guest or
a mouse in the house–a hillbilly jerk steals your parking
space–Look in the mirror–a ZIT on your face! There are
root canals and traffic tickets, guys at the door selling
cleaning widgets–Paper cuts, cigarette butts, unzipped
zippers and the neighbor\'s mutt. (Digging in your flower
bed, after your new bedspread he shred–Into pieces no
less, next to the feces he left) Then there is the day you
are mugged, robbed, embezzled, taken for granted–
Left frazzled, bedraggled–Then rear ended, car crashed,
whiplashed and face smashed. Your best friend is now
interred in a VAULT following a vehicular injury–Guess
whose fault?–Your son is arrested for another felony–
And out of one eye you no longer see. But there is more–
plane crashes, pancreatitis, global warming and WAR–
Rapes, beached whales and dead apes. The day that
they diagnose you with metastatic tumors–And by the
way, give you six months to live–make you crap in your
bloomers–It\'s nice then to have a good sense of humor.
Augustus / Folsom / October 2016