Bad Poetry
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I'm not a fan of bad poetry. Nevertheless, I thought up this awful free-form poem while I was trying to go to sleep:

We should all be a little bit
More like Elvis
Shaking our pelvis
To our own rhythm
As we dance and sing
Our way through life

And then when we're old
And mostly forgotten
We can die on the toilet
So when our mortal coil releases
in that final purge of waste
All you'd have to do is flush

See? Awful.
These are the tings that go through my mind late at night. Thanks for sharing my pain.