That’s quite a prank you've played,
A laugher I am sure:
A cynical comeuppance
For all that came before.
These antics are beneath you,
These stunts too juvenile.
Your mischief is not funny,
And nobody will smile.
What’s made you dark and bitter?
Where did you learn such hate?
Was my joy too much to bear?
All my amends too late?
Maybe I neglected you,
Or squandered all your gifts.
These slights were unintended,
Though now I see the rifts.
Oh Life, you've sucker-punched me,
While giggling at my plight.
Won’t you please stop tricking me
And angling for a fight?
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