The Plight

There once was a turd who was good with words

He angered all his peers

His tongue was sharp and his mouth was foul

When he drank a couple beers

He laughed and cried and then defined

All his troublesome years

But no one knew just what to do

When he expressed his fears

For they were just as gripped by things

When he explained his plight

They hid behind their barriers

Protecting years of fright

And even though his words would hurt

They knew that he was right

They’d just as soon dismiss it all

Then put up any fight

So he would take upon himself the grief of all his friends

He wondered why they’d say goodbye

And then the friendship ends

He’d walk alone to his home

And pushed it deep inside

And so it went without relent

Until the day he died