I read about nooses
(Such silly gooses) .
I read about pills
(Such terminal thrills) .
I read about jumps
(Such silly dunces) .
I read about ropes
(Such dangling dopes) .
I read about guns
(Such a one is gone) .
I read about blades
(Such jackasses bray) .
I don't dismiss you're under stress,
But tell me who cleans up the mess.
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