This World is Cruel.

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

This World is Cruel.

This world is cruel.

And when I asked “Why?“,

It asked me “Why not?“.

And when I asked it to back off,

It demanded I stand my ground.

And when I asked it why it would make flowers,

It tossed me among the cactuses.

And when my body was bleeding,

It chased me — more hungry than before.

And when I begged it to cease,

It trampled over me.

And when my head laid between the world’s monstorous feet

staring up through an endless storm

I asked, “Why do I love you?”

“Well, what else could you do?”