1 A Satire on Suicidal Tendencies II

While my toast, my stomach digesting

My brain thinks something quite interesting.

The toast was not intended

Without it, my life ended.

Divine intervention? It needed some testing.

So I took out my suicide implements,

Gun, noose, razor, and very strong peppermints.

I tied up the noose,

Round my neck, not too loose…

Door knock! “Oh shit its my parents!â€