The Cat, The Coach, and the Catholic Priest
Steaming, stinking, piles of crap
On my carpet and in the courtroom
My GOD how could this happen again?!
I desperately want to ignore them both
But find my attention drawn in their direction
While my stomach quietly lurches, wretches toward my throat
The longer they sit there, immovable
Their outer layer darkens and hardens
Bacteria seeping down and infecting once clean fibers
To spite myself and my well-trained demeanor
I want to run sobbing, screaming, willing to sell my soul to end it.
Instead I use my will, swallow my reaction, fall to my knees
Steadily go about cleaning the small reachable areas that lie directly in front of me…
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