Dying is an Art

Dying is an Art

A Poem by The Devil's Own B***h

Living is a game,

One I have never been good at playing.

 

There are winners, there are losers,

But I have never made it to the top.

 

Dying is an art,

Unlike everything else, I do it exceptionally well.

 

There are winners, there are losers,

And for this I get top award.

 

Life is a joke,

Which I have never found too amusing.

 

There is laughter, there joy,

Something I know not about.

 

Death is the end,

One with a happy finish.

 

There is laughter, there is joy,

The artful ending to this joking game of Life.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel22December2008

 

© 2008 The Devil's Own B***h


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The Devil's Own B***h
The Devil's Own B***h

Roodepoort, South Africa



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My name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..

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