how many ways the end can come?
how many days will it cover my life?
the end ... dreaded ...
as the choices lay themselves
on the old, splinter-covered, wooden table
and as I sit in the old chair get a splinter up my ass
and infection sets in, I know the end has come in my end
oh what a way, oh what a day...the end...dreaded

anon(Line 6) = For diverting our thoughts, you should have more than a splinter up your ass! = Viagro
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barring line 6, this was evolving into a very interesting poem. it was an intriguing subject and i was curious as to which direction it would take...ms