Suck It Up Buttercup Poem by Saint Cynosure
Suck It Up Buttercup
Born of flesh,
born of bone,
born of blood of man.
Return to earth the day you die,
return to mud and sand.
The in between you sleep and dream,
and want for what is not.
Yet either way you have no say,
your stuck with what you got.
Choose to smile,
choose to frown,
is the only choice your given.
Suck it up buttercup,
this is what's called living...
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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4/24/2024 6:19:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Made me smile. I love how blunt it is.