There once was a man, he couldn't cry, hadn't cried for years and for years, napalm babies,
movie love stories, for instance, could not produce tears, as a child he had cried, as
all children will, then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry, grew to be a man,
it all hit the fan, things got bad but he couldn't cry, his dog got ran over, his wife
up and left him, after that he got sacked from his job, lost his arm in a war, was laughed
at by a ***, all but still not a sniffle or sob, well his novel was refused and his movie
was panned, his big Broadway show was a flop, he got sent off to jail, you guessed it no bail,
all but still not a dribble or drop, in jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered,
made to make license plates, water and bread was all he was fed, not once did a tear stain
his face, doctors were called in, scientists too, theologians were last and practically least,
they all agreed sure enough, this is no cream puff, all but in fact an insensitive beast,
he was taken from jail and placed in a place for the insensitive and the insane,
he made a lot of friends and he played a lot of chess and he cried every time it would rain,
once it rained 40 days and it rained 40 nights and he cried and cried and he cried and he cried,
on the 41st day he passed away, he just dehydrated and died,
he went up to heaven, located his dog, after that he rejoined his arm, below all the critics,
they took it all back, cancer robbed the *** of her charm, his ex-wife died of stretch marks,
his ex-employer went broke, the theologians were finally found out, right down to the ground,
the jailhouse burnt down and the earth suffered perpetual drought,