Shit Show

 

It started out bad and kept getting worse —

there I was, just trying to make a buck

when the hammer came down while I was nursing

 

my wounds — how was I supposed to know?

The thing is, I didn’t believe in curses,

thought I had no enemies to goad

 

me into dumb mistakes — till all my luck

went south: I lost my house, my car got towed,

I got axed. Welcome to my clusterfuck.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

March 2026

 

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