Mud Wrestling

Life is
a mud wrestling,
rolling,
playing,
hanging,
lolling
around in this filthy world
with squalid animals just like me.
Females would make the mud
Heaven in which
a dust-filled flower might blossom?
Just like Jesus was preparing
in this muddy world
for 30 years
for just 3-year wrestle,
I’ve been being disciplined
for quite a few decades
for this female-filled mud.
I’ll jump and wrestle
without looking back the past,
without looking up the future,
for just fun.
Without fun,
life is not worth dying for,
is it?

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