Life Sucks, Then You Die Poem by Paul Jonathan Stertz

In pain you came screaming into this world,
From the day your eyes opened the darts were hurled.
Live long enough, you may see through those eyes
That mother who bore you suffer and die.

Soon you'll meet someone who might be 'The One, '
You'll whisper sweet nothings and have fun in the sun.
Then she will leave you high and dry;
Life sucks, and then you die.

The harder you work, the more you hurt;
They'll take your pants if you give them your shirt.
Why be their pawn-why the hell try?
Life sucks, and then you die.

People are evil in front of your face,
To hell with them all; screw the rat race.
What can you do though-maybe get high?
Life sucks, and then you die.

Three score and ten-if you're unlucky,
Years in this dung heap-ain't it just ducky?
Don't worry yourself, though; time will fly,
Life sucks, and then you die.