Life

A stream or a dream?
Either way life has its horror,
Life has its humour.
Its own way it goes,
By its own rules it shows.
Or is it?
Or do some just better fit?
The power hungry dogs,
And the good-for-nothing logs
Who just drag their asses,
And say their curses,
While the romantics kiss,
The ignorant miss
Oportune moments,
Their excuses are their torments,
The lame blames,
The same stupid games,
Time and again,
No wisdom do they ever gain.
In poverty some languish,
Their own intellectuals
Neglecting their anguish,
Birdbrained in their factuals,
All is well with the screams;
Brains for crossing the street
So it seems,
Still is cream sweet,
And maybe all is just a treat.