Mixing a bowl of thoughts

With a sprinkle of humor.

Watching the amount of spices,

Lest they kill your taste buds.

Please don't laugh too loud, as

It might be something I can hear.

Won't know if it's the humor

Or complete lack of it.

Well I will struggle along

Walking in my muddy booths.

Seems the tears I shed

Moisten the ground I walk on.

Not really sad just laughing

At how bad a poet I can be.

Better to know in advance

Before others just drown me.