Blasted

I am a bubble,

floating and gloating,

in the gracious, fastidious air,

without a care!

When I pop, I pop,

there’s nothing to stop it.

I smile at the sun,

smirking fun.

I know I’m short-lived and simple,

opposite of many a stubborn pimple.

I was brought into existence by a child,

under umbrella, utterly unbeguiled.

Now, running free and fast,

until I hit a windy, wicked, beautiful blast!