Every life within a frame is within a frame itself;
A frame with more dimensions, like a book upon a shelf;
A book with depth and stories, like the author whom its from,
And every frame is very small compared to the fewer, larger sum.
Life aint perfect like the beat of a drum
But nothing’s worse than getting shit on your thumb.
Even people can’t cause anger like that,
Because you put your hand where you shat.
Whenever I feel my day turning blue,
I head to the john to take a doodoo,
And if I feel better after dropping that poo,
My toilet will be smelly and my thumb will too.
Written by Yours Truly