What I got out of it 

I was stuck. Stuck in a rut. Flat tires on a truck. Shit. Out of luck. Way down in the muck. Sinking sand, what a bust…and nobody gave a fuck. I was short 5 bucks. Left in the dust. I sunk.  At the bottom found a plug, took it out and there I was. Covered in mud but breathing, dirt in my eyes but seeing. It could not overtake me. For it did not build nor break me. 

Just wrote this poem.  It is mighty true. 

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