Knowing you're in trouble,
not doing the foolish double.
All ready suffering rain,
no use getting soaked again.
Stacked deck already high,
no use in another cry.

Feeling weighted drown pressure,
lightening the load treasure.
One ache shooting pain,
preventing another form gain.
Not letting the stress,
cause a worse go mess.

Some continue to multiply,
when they should so dignify.
With rope around neck,
they noose tightened wreck.
Sitting on a horse roped tight,
self kick fright,
hanging so slight.

My problems are many,
but I don't have any!
I quit overreacting,
problem double stacking.
I'll have,
but I learn to behave.
Beat disaster drums,
my hands numbs.

G