The game of life

by Wayne Gates   Oct 27, 2018


There is no heaven
and there is no hell
No meaning to life
as far as I can tell
We exist to procreate
to keep this game alive
Hoping to get laid
is the reason we strive
Creating children
so the species survives
Raise them to an age
till they do the same
Then life's done with you
the end of the game

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