My vision has been blurred scince this past week
My face has been tear-stained and my legs have been weak.
The burden I carry is worse than any load. Any thought or feeling I have felt in this past week is crushing me like a dead weight.
I walk through the school. People busseling by, chattering, laughing. My dear friend catches up with me.
Her first words, "I have a really itchy bumhole."
Oh how I wish that was my trouble. May the world be rosey again and my bumhole ache.