SNAFUs

Some things end up completely clusterfucked
That doesn't mean they must be, or were fated,
But simply that the circumstances sucked
And everything about them was deflated.
It's always bad to be in situations
Where something went as wrong as it could go;
We must remember these are exhalations
Of bitter gas, and not a constant woe.
They too shall pass, and once past be recalled
Not as the end of everything we knew
But as a moment when we were appalled
And great frustration in the moment grew
Then shrunk away again, for someday soon
We'll laugh at this: maybe this afternoon.