Slipping

Batch of wet leaves, We didn't catch, Went flying through the air, our foolish snatch Landed on our butts, Giggled as we cried Seemed so God damn simple, Now with such sore thighs Jarred my oral pain as well, Damn, ain't thing going oh, so swell? My Lamborghini smashed my Porsch, My new house did burn down, I tried to cry out in sadness, But could not make a sound. My wife ran away with my secret boyfriend, Didn't seem to matter to him, That it was my wife, Or for she, that she stole him I had a whim to burn down the house With me inside, like a useless mouse. I lit the fire, and enjoyed the light Until the flames obscured my sight. Hot it got, and charred was I. Within five hours, I would die.