July 4, 2024
A big heart-shaped lever
on the dashboard of your mind
labelled redemption
sits like a needy dog
eagerly awaiting your touch.
Push it!
Whoosh, yesterday’s shitty meal
of notice-me-self-pity flushes back to the
fetid sewer from whence it came.
Just say, “I messed up. So what?”
Then you may legitimately
hitch up your big-boy pants,
buckle up and stride smiling
into the light of day
minus that ever-present
shit-eating grin.
