Every Last Little Bit

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.