The world, as we all realize, is a bitch. Young girls, sweet girls, girls who often bring you a smile just by jumping rope, or playing cat's cradle, or giggling in the corner about nothing in particular, go home each day from hopscotch to the arms of their drunken father or mean brother possessed by sexual demons -incubi- who tear apart their innocent smiles. Young lovers spend years together, each embrace not enough, nothing enough until they finally melt into ONE and the lightning jaws of death, dressed as a 19 year old Raver high on shrooms and e behind that big steering wheel or a million troop force that marches across the globe to smash down infinite dreams, open wide and cut them in half. Your neighbor runs over your cat. You run over your neighbor's dog. A plane crashes into your house. Your plane crashes into the sea. Your girfriend dumps you for me. You've lost your damn house key. Of all the places for your 18 month kid to pee, he chooses that spot right on top of your knee. The air you breath is killing you. The water you drink is killing you. Your wife's screeches are killing you. Your boyfriend's ex-girlfrends want to kill you. Your kid's being held for ransom but the violater is quite handsome though he's about to make you a bum. the world is closing in. slowly s l o w l y and just a little more quickly now. and you think you're going to crash and turn into a pile of mush. But just before you reach the ground, you see a rose and you think to yourself, boy those thorns look and feel horrible, they sure are a bitch, but despite all that man that rose is so beautiful and you stop yourself in midair, like in those cartoons you watched when you were 8 years young and so amused at the world, and it finally hits you. Life is one heluva bitch. But Man! it's so wonderful.
Reason for writing:
No reason.
Keep your head up.
Birth sign: Capricorn
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Jack deCongo.