Shitty

I found an old journal that contains a poem I wrote when I first got sober. For some reason it doesn't make me cringe.

I drive a shitty car, live in a shitty town.

My job is shitty too, my boss is just a clown.

I have a shitty house and watch those shitty shows.

My dog is shitty too, he never comes around.

I have a cranky husband, he's a shitty fool.

My kids are shitty too, they never go to school.

I drink shitty wine, and sometimes shitty booze.

My doctor says I gotta stop and sometimes I do.

I'm a shitty mom and people say I'm rude.

My life is pretty shitty with my shitty attitude.