Bucket

Bailing out my life with a bright blue bucket
The drain is clogged, you see
and now I'm strong-arming the waste
Left to fester and mold,
the floor becomes slick and dark

There's no standing in the fetid water
Can't wait for a plumber
Each day I grab the bucket,
a plastic, robin's egg blue
and bail a little out at a time

I could be somewhere else,
with drains that work
and plaster that isn't crackling inside the walls
But this life belongs to me
and I will bail out the mess,
ounce by ounce

No one can take this bright blue life from me

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