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Let's Play Life

Poetry By: parkelis

What's the point, uh? You decide.

Submitted:Feb 7, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

(Boy looking out window)

G: What's the point, uh?

B: Huh? What are you talking about?

G: Life? What's the point of it? Don't you know, silly. Wipe away those tears.

No more, not even one.

B: There is no point. That's the big secret, dark ending we're waiting for.

I don't want to be an animal anymore.

We're living proof of history; we're already the beginning, end, beginning of something new.

I don't want to be just another cycle.

G: Stop that. You've got it all wrong.

Life doesn't work in that way. Bio's been lying all these years.

Don't ya know, Darwin was a cuuk, most likely on "grass."

Forget him, forget bio, forget the laws of ningkum-poop.

That's it. This is you; this is your vehicle.

Life isn't meaningless like it seems.

Life is exactly the opposite: meaningful.

It's an open book, like they say.

Ya know, like the one's in Pap's study.

But this was is better.

All the pages are empty.

I swear, just picture it.

And ya know what's great about it.

You can just throw it the side and go outside.

Let's have fun. Let's play life.


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