A little greasy, but excellently easy
An early Poop arrived, for which I’ve always strived
Helping to lift, my mood, such a gift
For today I am down, lower than a frown
Debt unrelenting, no options presenting
A clear way out, filling me with doubt
It’s a sad affair, to be pulling one’s hair
In grief, caused by a fear of no relief
From the pressure, now beyond measure.
But aside from it, I’ve had a good shit.