you got nothing

her tale of woes
are better
than your tale
of woes.
she's got
bankruptcy on
her side, a kid
in jail, a dog
that got hit by a car
and an ex husband
living in
the cellar.
she's recently
developed
the jimmy leg,
or restless leg
syndrome
for those not
familiar with
that ailment.
you've got
a leaky toilet
that runs
because the flapper
valve won't
set right
when it flops
over after flushing,
and a mailman
that sometimes
puts your neighbor's
mail into your
slot.
so you do most
of the listening
while her leg
rattles against
the bar stool.
you try to think
of something to
top her or at
least come close.
but you got
nothing.