The truth about life
is that it isn’t pretty.
It’s mundane
It’s repetitive
It’s survival
It’s patterns
The romantics focus on the spice of life–
the things that make life worth living,
but they betray us here,
they exaggerate,
and purposely leave out the turds.
They leave those for us to step on later.
Life is three meals a day
It’s one or two shits a day
It’s traffic
and pettiness
It’s the drunk idiot at the bar,
red in face
and yellow in spirit.
It’s the jerk at the gym
It’s the car that cuts you off
Life is shaving your face
and biting your nails.
It’s brushing your teeth
and tying your shoes.
It’s hangovers
and beer bellies.
Life is sitting on the toilet,
with no toilet paper on the roll.
The apocalypse is always right around the corner,
that’s what they tell us at least.
Life is taxes
and corruption.
It’s alarm clocks
and zits.
Yes,
life is plucking ear and nose hairs.
It’s laundry and dishes.
It’s the same goddamn thing
over and over and over again,
until we die.
And only if we’re lucky,
do we get some spice with our turds.
-C.H.
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