poetry, rhyme

Success, a rare treat

Steak

If you’re feeling glum, bake a cake,
Or give up the ghost and jump in a lake.

If your world’s in decline, drink wine,
And two bottles in you’ll be fine fine fine.

When you’re down on your luck eat some cheese,
It’ll blunt the pain of being brought to your knees.

But when you’re riding high dine on steak,
And gorge and devour ‘til your arteries ache.

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