Poem #17

Life Happens

Strong and unwanted, crying out for a reason.

Fully seeing that there is no reason.  The rational believes this,

the irrational says no.  There has to be a reason for all the drama,

the pain, the experience.  A car crash soon after solves the equation.

He has died.  What point did it serve?  If there is a god, was he

just the puppet to fuck with for shits and giggles?  What revelation

was he shone on his deathbed that is shared with world, making

it a “better” place?  What a crock of horseshit!  Killed instantly,

robbed of a life by the thirstiness of a redneck.  Karma is just as

useless and pointless an excuse.

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