The Foolish Suicide
Laden with lots of ass wiping,
She fell into morbid griping,
And finding in life no pleasure,
Chose to forsake the treasure.
Life was no longer a thrill!
Time to end it all with a pill.
Just didn’t have time to wait
For the Lord to open the gate.
Children were such a drag;
Didn’t want to grow into a hag.
Went up and knocked on the door
And was shaken to the core.
To her surprise and to her horror
There was no one there to meet her.
One hand of clock was turning
And an odor of something burning
Was ascending from an endless hole,
The home of many-a soul,
With no music them to console.
End it all with suicide?
What a foolish thing to decide!
His arms are opened wide.
0920 on 10 June 2021
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