Life Makes Fun of Me

Life is parading around the living room laughing.
Irritating me for there is nothing funny here.
Trixie jumps on her back and tries to take her down.
But alas, she keeps parading.
Trixie is kicking her and punching her now.
Life tosses her curls and laughs maniacally.
We poets and muses do not affect her at all.
She makes another quick pass, then pulls the woven rug out.
I land on my bottom, and Trixie lands on my head.
“I know better than to hurt Trixie,” Life whispers.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Wolf Avatar
April 13, 2021 at 6:37 PM
Ouch! I guess other than 'C'est la Vie,' I've nothing else to offer here. That's Life! ~ F. Sinatra
Krutsinger Avatar
April 13, 2021 at 9:43 PM
It sure is!
Smith Avatar
April 13, 2021 at 1:19 PM
Sounds like you are laughing back. Only way to go. Of course there are risks of laughing at life in public as there are those who think we can only be laughing at them as they have to be at the centre of everything. You nailed this one I think. A good one for teenagers to read. Thanks for sharing David in NZ
Krutsinger Avatar
April 13, 2021 at 9:43 PM
I laugh more than most.
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