Just Swell

Under the strain, a very heavy dumbbell

This ringing won’t stop, it’s this dumb bell

And this terrible odor, this stinking smell

But I’m not annoyed, this is just swell

Why all this walking on eggshells?

I’m not going to shout, I’m not going to yell

This is my idea of fun, couldn’t you tell?

Because I found some rat poison and I thought, oh well

Why not mix with that glass of wine you have every day?

Don’t overreact, there’s no need to raise hell

We all have to die, so why not today?

Come lie down, looks like you’re feeling unwell

Your eyes go empty and I say farewell.

The End

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