C'Est La Vie Poem by Michael McAmis

</>Over and over
You stomp,
That same beaten path.
Until finally
Failed male!
The flowers no longer last.
Just unplaced birds,
maybe it's unpleased bees.

But the passion flower still no longer grows,
Guess you'll be getting use to your bros.
And through, all the faults of your own
I'm walking another path.
So familiar
Failed male!
Maybe I'll call it my new home.

You now understand,
And say that you feel.
But it's too late, love
I now yern for a new meal.
As memeries of you,
Stand distant and still.

And if you still wonder,
Yes, my heart still breaths.
Just for another
Failed male!
Another breed.

Here's a little secret before I c'est la vie
This unbeaten path
Was always my destiny.