They say that life is like a bowl of cherries
But I would beg to differ
Unless the bowl were full of holes
With worms right in the center.
For just when you think you’ve got it
Is when you lose it all.
And only when you see the bottom
Is when you truly feel the fall.
I think life is more like a fungus,
Growing fast and deep among us.
Devouring the good and the bad
Leaving us empty and feeling sad.
So the next time someone tells you
With a smile upon their face,
Retort with what I’ve told you
For it’s the end of the human race!