It Might Get Worse

It might get worse
Before it gets better
It may never get better
Your thoughts and prayers

Narrow margin magazine clippings
Piled up and fluffed aggressively
Like udon noodles
Ribbons in a lady's hair

Have you thought about the next phase
You've over thought it
Perhaps finding false peace
While there is still work to be done

In the morning we will carry
All appropriate burdens
We will dump them in a hole
Made for men and boxes
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8.28.13