I LAUGH

I laugh at their sad faces

I snicker at their tears

I rumble at the different traces

Of medicines and mortal fears

I guffaw at the whirring machinery

I chuckle at the various tubes

I am amused with the trickery

Of those bright little cubes

I laugh at the doctors struggling

I laugh at their wasted wealth

I laughed at the steady beeping

I laughed at the face of death