When Mis-Fortune Strikes At My Amazonian Paradise Home

 
wet cardboard...  
one of several  
"banes of existence"  
that slopslides into realife,  
literally-(litter'Like) real,  
honest-to-god, Shit.  
 
as wit the amazon boX(es) that  
the amazon associate leaves  
by my door 3-4 times per  
week. And one'a those days  
it rains hard, and me  
 amazonian  
treasure chests  
are saggy,
are soggy,
are smell'funny,  
and fckn fall apart as you  
try to reel them in from  
the wetterfall  
deluge that is your secured,  
gated community of  
strangers, being neighbors,  
that no one talks about, (nor  
let'alone even mentions).  
( Aye certainly don't)
 
Oh, fckn wet cardboard, baning-the-existence
 of good people like  me,
sea to glittery (shining) sea,
24hrs day. 7days a'week.  
Ever reminding one of the crap one's
sweet treasures actually are.  
 
A most mis'fortunate way to have to  
go about one's day, (especially here in  
       the amerikan tropical paradise).

Life is Hard, (if not impossible).
 
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