Stepping in Dog Poop

Climbing in behind the wheel,

A day like any other.

Everybody buckle up before

The gears engage.

Calm and steady,

Racked and ready,

Primed to face the day.

Not a thought of malcontent,

Not a hint of rage.

 

Then from out of nowhere comes

A frightful affectation, a

Cruciferous, odoriferous,

Cankerous projection

Stepping onto senses like

A giant squashing bugs,

Quick to recognize the smell,

My mind keys the connection.

 

Find a curb, a patch of grass to

Dance the stench away.

Kiss my happy mood goodbye…

Another ruined day.

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