Constipated
One day he was happy and things were going smooth.
But then he died because his bowels wouldn't move.
He tried different laxatives but he couldn't use the bathroom.
He got so backed up that this poor man's life was doomed.
People told him to go to the hospital but sadly he refused.
He would've listened if he'd known that his life was something that he'd lose.
Now his family and friends mourn because of this devastation.
He didn't know that he would die because of constipation.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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