Quicksand
Sometimes I feel like
I'm trapped in quicksand
the very ground I stand on
dragging me down
pulling me under
it's all I can do
to remain upright
all I can do
to inch forward
one heavy step
after another
a snail's pace
from here to there
the slightest action
requiring herculean effort
brushing my teeth
wiping my ass
nothing comes easy
and yet I stay upright
keeping my balance
saved above all else
by my sense of humor
by my sense of the absurd
knowing there are many
far worse off than I
oh how worse off
I could be:
Christ, I could be a Republican!
Christ, I could be a Democrat!
Sometimes I feel like
I'm trapped in quicksand
the very ground I stand on
dragging me down
pulling me under
it's all I can do
to remain upright
all I can do
to inch forward
one heavy step
after another
a snail's pace
from here to there
the slightest action
requiring herculean effort
brushing my teeth
wiping my ass
nothing comes easy
and yet I stay upright
keeping my balance
saved above all else
by my sense of humor
by my sense of the absurd
knowing there are many
far worse off than I
oh how worse off
I could be:
Christ, I could be a Republican!
Christ, I could be a Democrat!
