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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
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that from it
you can
not
run?
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Does it get it's jollies off of
watching
your follies?
Are you the joke of the day?
Is life toying with us
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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
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your down.
It will happily malice your name
all
through town.
Life will joyfully break
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what it can not
bend.
Your dreams it takes
and
slams to the floor.
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Life takes your friends
and
shows them the door.
Life makes lovers leave
as it stares lustfully at your breasts
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heave.
It sees your tears drop
and
licks them up.
Does life really enjoy
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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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