And.

so life has a way about it.
Makes you laugh at yourself. Just when you feel yourself slowly dying
because you believe in silly things
like true love
and good people.
And you’re cursing the heavens.
And astronomers.
And all the shit in between.
And then it’s past midnight.
And you have to pee.
And you trip over a jingly hula hoop.
And laugh.
And that’s life. It’s only life.

Next time take my left arm or a $50 but not my poems. -Bukowski