I hanged myself yesterday,
after lunch at six o'clock.
In the lap of spiritual misery,
my soul broke.
A friendly rusty hook,
I found white lime on the ceiling.
I took the last sip of vodka,
and then I grabbed the collar.
Under which, like a tie,
I pulled my hand carefully.
The legs made a last leap,< br/>the chair disappeared from under my feet!

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