Vessels in my kitchen sink,
Lying from days and they stink,
Should I wash them first or have a drink,
Life for me is never rosy and pink.
Staring at the pendulms bob,
I recollect how I lost my job,
Now I will turn the radio knob,
or else ill soon start to sob.
Last week I lost my dog,
Now the only pet I have is a hog,
But I can't take him for a jog,
Only thing I can do now is sleep like a log.
To end this everyday strife,
I'll have to kill myself with a knife,
Or use a better way to end my life,
That is bring home a wife.
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