Life.
It beats the hell out of you.
No matter what you do
it rarely stops kicking you.
Is it for fun?
Or because life knows
that from it
you can
not
run?
Does it get it's jollies off of
watching
your follies?
Are you the joke of the day?
Is life toying with us
like a cat at play?
Who's design was it to make
the sun not always shine?
Who thought to make love a crime?
Life gladly kicks you while
your down.
It will happily malice your name
all
through town.
Life will joyfully break
what it can not
bend.
Your dreams it takes
and
slams to the floor.
Life takes your friends
and
shows them the door.
Life makes lovers leave
as it stares lustfully at your breasts
heave.
It sees your tears drop
and
licks them up.
Does life really enjoy
seeing us hop?
Sitting back laughing as we
drop?
I think life loves it.
Every last little bit
of it.
of it.
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