Bazooka and Corndog

Life hits you hard, harder than you ever thought it would

Life hurts like a bomb, hits like a bazooka

It hurts more than I ever thought it could

It burns like fire, stings like medusa

 

But there’s a ray of hope, a light if you will

Something to get you out of that bog

It’s small but powerful still

It’s called a corndog


Asked my friends for two words; they came up with Bazooka and Corndog

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