Karma comes' quick
A friend I know,
Is a so n so,
Got married in the sixties,
Had a wife called Trixie,
And the venom started to flow.
He often said you stupid *****,
Reviled her daily, she wore it,
And their baby born was slow,
Was handicapped you know,
He blamed her yes for it,
A judgement for the twit,
But Karmas clock was ticking,
After 30 years ago,
Asbestosis began to flow,
Deserves it just a bit,
And Death is coming slow,
Walk softly young Tom-Tit.
Don Johnson
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