Reluctant

“Oh shit!,” I said to myself.  “What am I doing here?
Whose brilliant idea was this anyway?”
And then I remember.
It was mine.

You know what they say about not volunteering?
Guess I got the memo,
Too little, too late.
Or more likely ignored it,
Thinking I was exempt from such clichés.

But here I was.
I had to deal with it.
Or die trying.