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A Miserable, Awful and Terrible Day

I haven't much pity for those people who say
They're having a miserable, awful, and terrible day.
They weep and they wail and they hold me so close,
And their sloshing and slurping is really quite gross.

All that teary eyed, misty eyed, dripping and mess
That spoils my whole morning, and brings such distress.
And then there's mascara, that won't stay on the face
But runs down the cheeks and all over the place.

And disgusting saliva that forms on the lips
And slides down the chin in nasty big drips,
With the sniffling and snuffling and dripping of noses,
Like high powered spray out of firehouse hoses.

Now, you'll probably think that I'm cruel and unkind,
But if you will permit, I must speak my mind -
This is just how I feel, and I say without shame:
If you were a kleenex, you'd feel the same.

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