Here is a tale of woe and despair,
About a man who believed he was not there,
Stuck in a life of misery and pain,
Alone in this world, going insane.
One night while laying in bed,
The thought of get busy living or get busy dying ran through his head,
He went to the kitchen to turn on the gas,
His life was a whimper so he would end it with a blast,
He searched all around,
But no matches could be found,
But no matter he would get a knife,
And cut his way to the afterlife,
No blades he could find to do the job,
He sat in the floor and began to sob,
In his search for relief he knew he would fail,
But then the morning light broke through a clouded veil,
He opened the window and breathed the fresh air,
He knew he wanted to be out there,
The desire for death haunted him no more,
He shouted to the day get busy living cause that is what this life is for.
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