If I were a parachute

If I were a parachute, I'm sure that I'd be snug,

smack dab in that little pack,

bug snuggled into a rug

I'd spend my days so amused and thoughtful

crammed damned and going mad

like a genie in a bottle

I'm sure that I would speculate

thinking about the stinking fink

who had designed this  fate

oh yes, some peace in a little wee hunch;

that in mid air, I'll  tear, while you despair

before landing with a crunch!

The End

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