Life is not like a box of chocolates,
It's more like mass-produced chocolate chips.
Still it'll drain the money from all your pockets,
And won't even bother to leave a tip.
Life might just be like a bed of roses,
Though sans the flowers with just the torns.
It'll arouse and seduce you with its sultry poses,
But leave you alone with your internet porn.
Some sing about life being but a dream,
Well, it's a nightmare from which you can't wake up.
So I say row your damned boat, down that bloody stream,
But stop being so merry about life and just shut the fuck up!
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