Slip and Fall

SlipperyI was

Walking

Alone,

Minding

My own business,

When I

Slipped

And

Fell

Into a

Funk.

No one

Had even

Bothered

To put out

A sign

To warn me

Of the

Potential

Dangers.

How’s a guy

Supposed

To stay safe

In this

Stress filled,

Booby trapped

World

If no one

Can be

Bothered

To offer

A heads up?

Whatever

Happened to

Looking out

For your

Fellow man?

Especially

When that man

Is a

Total klutz

Like me…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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17 Responses to Slip and Fall

  1. Haha. I know how you feel.

  2. Reblogged this on Humoring the Goddess and commented:
    I fall alot too..

  3. ksbeth says:

    i’ve fallen many a time, luckily most of us keep getting up

  4. susielindau says:

    It’s probably just your man period….

  5. idiotprufs says:

    I haven’t fallen into a funk. Big pile of dog crap; that another story.

  6. Hoping today is a Slip & Fall-less kind of day! You’re going to get too many black and blues.

  7. gimpet says:

    Unfortunately, bipolar disorder makes me trip like a drunken sailor on a new furlough! So I definitely relate!

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