State of the world’s got me in a deep, dark hole, so my doctor’s prescribed me
SMYLOTO®. Helps me find joy in unlikely places. Before this, I hadn’t laughed in months.
Last week, I saw a kid plummet from a park slide, split his skull apart. My giggles drowned out ambulance sirens!
On Monday, some drunk stumbled into traffic, got flattened by a truck. I chuckled—snorted—so violently, my nose bled!
Yesterday, fire obliterated a neighbour’s home. Smoke and snickers brought me to tears!
Tonight, I’m in an alley, knife ready, awaiting passerby.
Eager to make my own happiness.
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