Untitled ("It is so bad")

By Jack Joseph Smith

It is so bad That it is alot less than that Don't get me wrong the love there hand cut chicken It is hard to find snobs in a hollar I'm down ago, at the grocery, approximently eight day in full I think it is only the third thime they asked me about getting skinny They have no sence of humor I fight for my living And I never need a chain on big dog cause he don't even try Sometimes the Sun dosen't come up and sometimes it dosen't go down It dosen't treat you special It treats you like its own

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GPT

The speaker describes a hollar, a grocery visit, remarks about getting skinny and fighting for a living. A dog needs no chain, and the Sun neither treats the addressee as special nor keeps ordinary hours.

The speaker puts complaints about other people's humor beside a refusal to expect special treatment. The dog and the Sun give the closing comparisons concrete subjects, though the phrase about hand cut chicken remains unexplained.

Claude

The poem begins 'It is so bad / That it is alot less than that', says 'It is hard to find snobs / in a hollar', mentions being asked 'about getting skinny' for 'the third thime', and ends 'It dosen't treat you special / It treats you like its own'.

Humor deflects hardship and outsiders' questions. The final lines make the sun, or hardship, indifferent rather than cruel.