in the game of football
knocked here and there
up and down.
Goalless
Life was good
if there was a goal.
Life is a hunk of food
taken into the mouth
Crushed and chewed
between the teeth
Swallowed
to face the turbulence
of decomposition
Stripped of its nutrients
Rendered useless
Defecated into the water closet
and ending up
in the HELL of sewage
life was good
if HEAVEN is sure,
and life made it there.
