Life hit you like a ton of bricks, <br />Now you blame it on jerks and freaks. <br />Nobody wants to hear you or see. <br />How you wish you could get T.L.C. <br />You kept living off on a pure hope, <br />But afterwards sought a piece of rope. <br />If it wasn't for mortal fear of dying, <br />You would've tried Dutch act, no denying. <br />And then in despair you turned to God <br />The Lord was busy, preventing a new flood. <br />Then you found a book written in human blood - <br />Necronomicon, which dragged you through the mud. <br /> <br />While failing to summon the spirit of the dead, <br />You preferred not to rise and stay in bed. <br />And when the night fell, you heard a familiar voice. <br />Your sweetheart smothered you; she had no other choice.<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ton-of-bricks/
