Ode To Day 75 – Language NSFW (Not Suitable For Work)

It’s day Seventy-Five, there’s one thing I can see,
You cuss a lot more when your being set free.
Maybe it’s from the taste or the oral fix you miss,
But I’ve used every word, made up one: shit-piss!
That’s the word that I used when I ran out of seeds,
They had become my best crutch, and fulfilled my dip needs.
I couldn’t find ’em, I’d looked everywhere,
The wife on my nerves, I was pulling my hair.
I knew where I set them, I know I’m not dumb,
Came to find out, it was my eight year old son.
That little shit stole ’em, and ate the whole bag.
Good thing he’s my boy, else I call him a fag.
Well, that’s what you face when your stuck in this mix.
Hell, I’ll laugh it up for now, tomorrow’s day SEVEN SIX!

NOTE: This is part of the Ode To The Quitter series written by KillTheCan.org forum member Phillip.  For more details see Ode To The Quitter.