L is for... Life’s Lesson

Dear Life, You suck.

But you know what, I know how to duck.

So when you give me lemons, I concoct a Mojito,

I am smart that way, just to let you know.

On a dull day they tell me to count my blessings,

They press on that and tell me how I’ve had a fair innings.

Deep inside they feel happy,

On how they are glad today and I am somehow feeling gloomy.

But I know how to fool them too,

I sing and dance and jump even when I am blue.

They then grow dark green with jealousy,

Seeing that makes me very, very happy!

Sadist you say, yes, probably that’s what we all are,

Nothing makes us feel better than someone else’s despair, how bizarre!

'Look below yourself and suddenly you feel rich':

That commandment is probably happiness’s best sales pitch.

I am not being sarcastic; this is an honest confession.

Try it; happiness will thus follow gloom in quick succession.

When all fundas fail, look at someone more miserable than you,

That’s the irony, life sucks big time for everyone else too.