Life is a Mess

Frankly speaking,
I must confess,
From gooey sperms
And eggs
To blood and sex,
The start of life
Is quite a mess,
The whining children,
The nagging wife,
A crummy job
Make for a nasty life,
Till you come
Around the bend,
Close to the end,
Then, stroke and cancer
Eat your flesh away,
And then they bury you
One sunny day
To let the maggots
Have with you their way.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz