Life can be tough. I remember times when things just went wrong non stop. This is so common there is even a folk saying ‘trouble comes in threes’. It still happens to me! Last month we got a nail in the left rear wheel of all three our vehicles in the same week! Sometimes when these things happen I shrug and sigh, other times I swear like a veteran sailor! This poem deals with the latter.

when life shovels 
trouble by the bucket
just spit and say fukkit!

the car won’t run
it has a bearing that’s spun
fukkit!

the roof has a leak
there’s a hole at the peak
fukkit!

the bills are paid
with nobody’s aid
now I’m broke and afraid
that I won’t get laid
fukkit!

swearing does not fixit
but boy it does not jinx it
fukkit, fukkit, fukkit!

I feel better
enunciating every letter!
FUKKIT!!

I will not be beat
being alive is a treat
fuck defeat, loss, pain and sorrow
I will feel better, I know it,
tomorrow!