Stomach for it. Everything you
Build, when it crumbles
Like a sand castle against
The feeble breeze you loved.
And your gut aches, your heart
Fails and the air that wants to
Get inside feels so thick in your
Throat that you just want to
Vent it out, than inhale.
And the things you want to do,
All your goals and aspirations,
They lose all the meat there was
To sulk in a corner celebrating
The glitter of accumulating dust.
Even then you gotta rise up
To the occasion to hold tight
Your old buddy-- This Life.
To calm him down with a peg of
Some old-fashioned whiskey.
Feed him half-fried omlettes,
Boiled peanuts and chicken lollipop
To say cheers all at once to
Jolt him back to this tragedy
Called life.
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