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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Farce of Life I am in the movies all the time There is no judgement about it Watch me win, watch me lose Watch me shed a tear, don't watch me disrespect you A slap across the face Ww No we are done Mozart is over Did we see each other walk away And did we each see the other look back Yes as the bridge, the eaiea, iad wood The brick too, the expensive alley We won't let anything take us away from the game Or will we...

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"The Farce of Life" turns existence into a film where victory, defeat, tears, slap, music, and mutual backward glances all belong to a game no one quite knows how to leave.

The poem's refusal of judgment lets it stage emotion as performance without making it false. Mozart ending and the slap across the face give the piece a theatrical break, but the question of whether each saw the other look back keeps tenderness alive inside the spectacle. Its final doubt matters because it admits that the game may hold them only as long as they keep agreeing to it.

Claude

The Farce of Life: I am in the movies all the time. Mozart is over. We won't let anything take us away from the game. Or will we.