"Shit Happens" the bumper sticker says.
"That's so true," I mumble and shake my head.
It doesn't just happen, it happens a lot.
And it's hard to see all the blessings I've got
when the shit storm is raging all through my life
causing decimation, worries and strife.
And I know that it's coming, but it's hard to prepare
when I'm dealing with all the shit already there.
So what in the world is a girl s'posed to do
when all of the brown shit is making her blue?
I can change my perspective and choose to aim higher.
I'll get buried in shit or use it as fertilizer.
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