My cup runneth over,
indeed. (Actually)
It runneth all over
the floor I just cleaned.
Everything happens
for a reason, they say,
and that thing that happened
was lost sanity.
Where there is a will,
there might be a way,
but in this instance
I’d rather Will stay away.
God doesn’t give you
what you cannot handle,
which is why tequila
wins over yoga and candles.
What doesn’t kill you,
could make you stronger,
but it could also drag
out your suffering longer.
But who am I
to take a cliche,
and make it all mopey,
and darken the day?
So I’ll wipe up the liquid
I spilled on the floor,
and pour myself wine
and see what else is in store.