Who Are We Kidding Anyway?: A Satirical Poem
It's all a passing game, and we treat it as an eternal deal
this life and all players including bluffers and losers
is nothing much more than a temporary time steal
with a given life and with no manual for users.
That came later with bunch of smart asses providing instructions
but truth be told, most of those rules were such a pile of crap
that even teachers did their best to break them in actions
and as for gods, they are still taking their deserved nap.
Everything is a Carnival, a Mardi Gras in their serious version
with so many of us qualifying for a good psychiatrist's clients
and I don't call the whole culture market "intellect's perversion"
just because of my respect for a bunch of true human giants.
And yes, there are those of anonymous but great kind
you know whom I mean, folks like you and me
still trying to make better use of our mind
and working on setting ourselves free.
So, let go, if you can, of all glamorous meaning of life
for even those gods high above must only be kidding
by making us believe in all this hardships and strife
while the way we act means they are succeeding.