Some people get delight from lengthy words
Like supercalifragi (just a sec
I have to catch my breath!) listicec
Spialidocious-they’re odd birds!
I know some other people get their kicks
From driving on the highway, like a cheetah,
Cruising past the cars, but I’m no speeder;
I find no joy in cars. Those lunatics!
I heard that some like wine or drugs or whisky,
But substances like those all fail to please
At times, quite ill, I’ve fallen on my knees
And vomited my lunch out; that’s too risky.
The pleasure that can satisfy my soul
And bring to me elation most divine
Is simply seeing people’s suff’ring, worse than mine
‘Tis fun when pals are 10 bucks in the hole!
Of course it’s mean to taunt or tease or jeer,
But hey, it’s good clean fun and no mistake!
& tho’ I know I might cause some heartbreak,
This schadenfreude, for laughs, knows no peer
And if my chums are doing all too well,
And if they’re thriving, I am rather blue
Watch out! For next, I’m coming after YOU!
And I shall send you merrily to hell.