Monday, July 19, 2010

My Poem On Life


Life is a wrestling match with twisty turns.
Moving there knocks you out.
Dodging that lays you in a lock.
Counter both and still bashed by backstab.

With the slightest chance that you be the backstabber.
Backstabbing the basher,
Win or lose, the backstabber best knows.

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