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[Utah Bob #35998]

Fred

 

I said what’s the problem Fred?

Your shoulders are slumped

Your eyes are dead

“My life is shot”, says Fred to me

I can’t get things together

 

I lost my house key yesterday

I have no clue

Where it might be

I spent two hours out in rainy weather

 

My truck has two flat tires right now

A New York hunter

shot my cow

Two weeks ago, somebody stole my Harley

 

My dog ran off a week ago

The cat went with him

Wouldn’t ya know

And now I’ve got this lump that looks real gnarly

 

Horses won’t let me shoe em

Math problems won’t let me do em

Doors wouldn’t let me through em

Women won’t let me screw em

Kites? I never  flew em

Balloons wouldn’t let me blew em

Baseballs never let me threw em

Even pigeons won’t let me shoo em

 

Now Fred went on for quite some time

I won’t bore you

With a rhyme

About how that’s just the way he’s always been

 

Doom and gloom is just his thing

Sad tales of woe

Are all sings

I think he’d really rather lose than win

 

After awhile Fred shuffled away

To whine himself

Through another day

And left me with the troubled words he’d said

 

So I turned and walked off down the street

Feeling good

And light on my feet

And I thanked the stars above that I’m not Fred

[Forty Rod SASS 3935]

That's the kind of guy who would try to kill himself by putting his head in an electric oven. 🙄

[Cypress Sun]

24 minutes ago, Forty Rod SASS 3935 said:

That's the kind of guy who would try to kill himself by putting his head in an electric oven. 🙄

 

Tesla owner.

[Sedalia Dave]

I've known a few people like that. They all remind me of Eyore.

 

Recently I read something that was very prophetic.

 

Life is Pain. However, it is your choice if you suffer or not.