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Our world has gone mad and that’s bad
and it makes me sad and want to cry
at times I think I’d like to die
yes, end it all – or just curl up into a ball.
It's very hard getting out of bed
when you feel like the living dead;
the unending gloom makes you long for a tomb
or hope, at least, to return to the womb.
Suicide, however, is not for me
and with Dorothy Parker I agree
adding, you might as well live well
while spending your time in this hell.
So while I wait and speculate on the date
fate’s got me down to die
hopefully not with a bang or a whimper
but with a sage, knowing sigh
I tell myself, Don’t over-think it now
you might come back as a cow.