You wake up with a sad face, all cold
Your blanket lying comfortably on the floor.
Sure you're young, you're thirty-one
But your mind and heart won't make it too long.
With that lawsuit and alimony to pay, you're lucky you're still alive
And still managed to have a place of your own
After the havoc-wreaking storm had everything out of control.
You walk coyly to the end of the room- it's raining outside,
Put your hand against the window only to find
That the view from up there was bulldozed to nothing
For another skyscraper to be constructed.
Another score for technology while nature is dying
Just like your enthusiasm for life.
Yet funnily you still find a laugh out of
This little thing called life.
Self-deprecating judgment is the only friend you have
And Sarcasm like a life-jacket letting you survive.
You stare at the paper, somehow wishing
That you see your own name in the obituaries.
Why wouldn't you
When even your coffee machine hates you?
But you're a fighter. You'll pull through.
Not that you have a choice, though.
This little thing called life-
Unless it wants, it won't leave you.
2 comments:
"You don't survive from life alive"
as Juice Leskinen, Finnish singer and songwriter, sang. roughly translated though.
"Another score for technology while nature is dying"
"And Sarcasm like a life-jacket letting you survive."
I liked this a lot.
Yes, I liked it too, especially the coffee machine line. And "sarcasm like a life-jacket letting you survive"? I think you wrote that line around me. It's very refreshing to see your poetry again, beavs.
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