Bob had a kid, Bob had a wife, Bob had a job and Bob had a life
Bob was always happy, Bob was never sad, sometimes Bob got angry, but it was always just a fad
There he was. Bob. The perfect guy, never did drugs and never got high, never made a person cry
But one day....
A vending machine fell across Bob's chest.. Bob was paralyzed, a vegetable. He layed in the hospital, hooked up to a machine.. keeping him alive.
He watched as his friends and family debated over shutting off the machine that Bob was attached to, and **** him. He watched his own mother give the "ok" to the doctor.. he watched the doctor shut off the machine.
Bob was a model human.. he never got to hug his kids goodbye, he never got to tell his wife he loved her one last time.
Bob died a horrible, sad, lonely, painful, torturous death.
THERE IS NO GOD.
I write comedy poems... some are sad...... enjoy