Was no surprise,
the buzzards continued to prey.
Made no difference,
Jolly's morning started out
as a messed up day.
Jolly fell off his horse while riding,
his back pain was subsiding.
The buzzards wanted him dead,
but Jolly had a better plan in his head.
His pain wouldn't leave,
and his brain had started to decieve.
So he had to smack himself
back to reality,
before he became a fatality.
He figured he'd fight the pain,
to bring himself out of the rain.
He also took his medication,
to help relieve the complication.
He knew this is when demons gain,
it's easier for them when we're in pain.
Jolly did a lot of praying,
then tried to control the negativity
his mind was relaying.
He figured it was no need suffering,
and falling for the negativity
his brain was offering.
It was just another one of those
Jolly wolly do da days.