Rockford CSI
An ant crawled
Into the bottle of Grolsch
I left on the counter last night
And drowned like an American
Tourist in a Dutch brothel.
I notified the Coroner’s Office
And they have deemed it
Death by misadventure
Though no one is sure
Who to notify.
These Boots
They’ll carry you out
Of this universe
Screaming “Gip. Gip. Gip.”
At your exit interview
The CEO will nod
Sympathetically, then issue
You a voucher good
For one pair of high quality
Work boots…
Redeemable in your
Next life.
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