Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
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A nobler king had never breath-
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Authors and actors and artists and such
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidneyTell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.Playwrights and poets and such horses’ necksStart off from anywhere, end up at sex.Diarists, critics, and similar roeNever say nothing, and never say no.People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;God, for a man that solicits insurance!