Snail’s pace, rocking chair rhythm.
Elmer’s glue stuck to my shoe.
Wading through the filthy bog.
Clothes are soggy and pee-yew!
Sloppy eating while perched on
A tree limb, never stopping, on and on.
Gasping for breath in this sea
Of garbage and oil slick
Makes me so drastically sick.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 