Oh, life
why must you beat me down
with your self-righteous
fists and bludgeoning
club
...that I am supposing you possess...
and then,
the next minute,
lift me up upon your
shoulders
celebrating my very existence
with loud applause
and hurrahs from every direction?
a little more consistency, please!
Copyright © Catherine Young, 2007
Sunday, February 24, 2008
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