heavy thought...

The day was hot,
My mind: distraught;
So I sat on a log
And I thought and I thought.
The meaning of life
My troubled thoughts sought.
If I had to, I'd sit there 'til May.

In spite of the strain,
In spite of the pain,
I thought in the sunshine
And thought in the rain
'Til I thought a hole
Right into my brain;
And there I sit to this day.

Have you death by knife
Or death by wife,
It was there I discovered
Through strain and strife,
No death is worse
Than death by life.
Drowning's a much nicer way.