Raining cats and dogs and horses
In a cacophony of bull—
Dripping through my eaves and ceilings,
Filling the buckets full.
I took each bucket out my door
And poured the muddle down the drain.
It left my porch; I watched with joy—
It’s someone else’s pain.
The sewage swelled and seethed and splashed;
The torrent swallowed me in it.
My house too fell and flowed along
The sludge and scum and shit.
I soon was joined by folks downstream.
We cried for help, albeit in vain,
While folks upstream gazed down and scoffed,
“They’re someone else’s pain.”
Please excuse the language coming from a soul quite fed up with both world and local affairs.
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