Villanelle: I'll be Fine

I fell down the shaft of a diamond mine.

I was pushed, and it all came out in court.
If that’s your only problem, you’ll be fine.

Go shove it where the sun don’t shine,
I said, appealing to their heart,
and they pushed me down the diamond mine.

Which way do the hairs on your wrist incline?
Don’t bet that way, you’ll lose your shirt.
If that’s your only problem, you’ll be fine.

But someone else has drunk the wine
they left for me—it was a right smart
disappointment—my dry diamond mine!

I held the tip of the rope, unspooled the twine.
The bottom of a mine smells like a fart.
If that’s your only problem, you’ll be fine.

I was the last sentient being left alive
when the rest of 'em sailed through the starry port
and I fell down the shaft of a diamond mine.
If that’s your only problem, you’ll be fine.