Morbid Poem by Art Paul Schlosser

 

Life is for pain

Insults

And getting drenched in the rain

 

Sometimes you laugh

Sometimes you cry

Sometimes you wonder wonder why

 

Life is for arguing

Fights

And insisting your right

 

Sometimes you win

Sometimes you lose

Sometimes you just don’t know what to do

 

And when your alone

Or just maybe bored

You can always talk to the Lord

 

If he says something back

You can tell it to a quack

And you know they give you pills

 

Life is for bills

Working your life away

And your hair turning gray

 

Sure there are good things to

But it’s also true

That everybody gets the blues

 

And when your sad

Or really really mad

The TV will brighten your life up a with a commercial ad

 

Don’t expect to always win

Yes everyone sins

And they say your out when you thought you were in

 

This is just a morbid poem

I wrote from pains and groans

And a broken phone