Marooned Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

A dumpster fire can also be hot garbage,
In a life that endlessly goes nowhere
Marooned on the side of the road with wheels which won't go forward,
No flares available, the flair for the dramatic rescue out of reach
The checks won't cash themselves,
The local store doesn't pull up to your household door,
Fresh out of directions and specifics,
Location a burden and momentum non-existent
Weather unforgiving, the excuses plentiful,
Help is wishful thinking, hope a complete fairy tale,
So this is how it goes