A disabled veteran was caught
drunk-as-skunk, whilst letting
his pet out, a Bangladesh tiger.
It happened right after midnight
in Melbourne at the intersection
of Lion Street and Elephant Park.
My little brother threw up before he
collapsed, the doctors say it's a malignant
cancerous tumor-he's got 4 more days to live.
The incident was caused by DJ Trump winning the
rigged election, said to super-inflate security risk
precipitating fresh disasters for the world-at-large.
To plan, or not to be- that is the question:
Life's no short of surprises, indeed
How to plan for futures quite unplanned?
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