And now, another work from renowned poet, Eldon Tubbs.

Fetid stench of death, smash relentless
‘Ponst my skull! Give me neither mercy
Nor ibuprofen to quell my flashing agony.
Would that I had purchased the optional
Warranty…oh death, where is thy stick,
For I cannot reach the bourbon in
The back of the cupboard above the
Fridge. Mayhap, a yogurt would suffice…

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