The Start of Something
the early worm isn’t so lucky
as it is gobbled up at the crack of dawn
by the bird who shit on my windshield
what a way to start a day
bird shit on the windshield
and the wipers just streak the shit
all of which I find so fucking funny
that I laugh so hard that I blow booger snot
out my nose all over the steering wheel
it is not even 7 am and I’m not even out of my driveway
and the day is already bird shit and booger snot
the only thought worse than backing out of the driveway
and getting on with the day
is going back to bed
back to the bitch I married
my first love but not my only
