In Wile E. Coyote reality
Your home is your castle,
No laws and no hassle,
You’re Prince of your own principality.
In Wile E. Coyote reality
The IRS woos you,
They’d never abuse you
By asking about your fiscality.
In Wile E. Coyote reality
The cops are all gents
Full of kindness and sense,
And not one of them’s heard of brutality.
In Wile E. Coyote reality
Your wife never bickers,
And girls drop their knickers
Before you can say “sexuality”.
In Wile E. Coyote reality
Your boss every day
Simply doubles your pay,
And colleagues are free of rivality.
In Wile E. Coyote reality
Perhaps if you’re clever
You’ll live on forever,
Avoiding the curse of mortality.
(Plenty more words to come, but it's lunch-time)
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