Walking Through the House With Poop on Our Shoes; A Poem

You don't get to grieve
Noone died
You can't take it personally
Though it completely affects your life

No need for answers
It's non of your business
Strange how everyone is like Bill Clinton

Just go to another church
It's not that big of a deal
Don't hold on to the hurt
It's not OK to feel what you feel

Chirp chirp go the chipper little birds
Who say "don't listen to the truth you heard"
Squeak squeak goes the annoying little mice
But dog shit is dog shit and having to walk with it on your shoes is never nice.

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