Blowfish

My friend loved sushi because it's tasty.
But he made a decision that was hasty.
I told him not to cut the poison out of that blowfish.
I begged him not to do it but I didn't get my wish.
After he ate the blowfish, he died.
It broke my heart when his kids cried.
I told him that he would be unable to cut all of the poison out.
But he believed that he could do it and in his mind there was no doubt.
When it comes to preparing blowfish, only professionals should do it.
My friend failed to listen to my warning and sadly he blew it.

(This is a fictional poem but many people do die because of this.)

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