Life is Good

by James Finn Garner

Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—

.      Relax!
.      Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—

.      Smile!
.      Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son is engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—

.      Life is good!
.      Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

News updates make you break out in a rant.
You want to stop watching; duty says you can’t.
I fear Lady Liberty’s being sized for implants–

.      With luck we’ll survive,
.      And pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

 

First posted 2/13/2008; updated 2/15/17


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