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 © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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