thoroughly sad and edgy filthily garbage poem

the old dude was as old as the hills

his hairline was receding

it was fleeting and quite deceiving with that peeving toupee

he came to the store in the nick of time with bills

he had skills to pay those bills

but also dollars to pay bills

bill was his name

his daughters dress had frills

jill was her name

she liked thrills

she used bills to pay for those thrills

like rollercoasters at six flags great america gurnee, illinois

they never had kills

she was not a shill

but i am a very sad guy you know

but i have much feelings of sad

“he is sad” — my dad

the hurt from you is too much to bear

i dont think i will fare well

so farewell

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