Can't They Say Brings A Pffft At My Bay!

The cat heard a nut the other day, along with a whiner joining the fray. The whiner you can guess. We don't need to enter that mess. The nut though said something dumb, could have been the rum.

It can't get worse.
Is what was said.
Are they trying for a curse?
Yeah, those are stupid and in the head.

But curse or not,
Bad or happy,
Things can be worse by a lot,
And make whiners more yappy.

Poor, poor me.
I lost this and that.
I'll jump in the sea,
Can't be worse where we're at.

So you lost a job.
So you lost some money.
Even ask poor Bob,
Things can sure get runny.

Could develop a disease.
Those would just suck.
Could choke to death on fleas,
Or get hit by a big truck.

Could be on a slab,
As in dead as can be.
Your organs they'd grab,
Put them in others with glee.

Could go blind.
Could lose a limb.
Maybe get a clogged up behind.
All three are grim.

A piano could fall on you,
Crushing you flat.
Wait, that dumb show had such a view,
So we'll just scratch that.

Could be abducted by little green men.
That would be anything but fun.
Could be upwards of ten,
And you may be sore when they're done.

The Earth could explode.
Then everything would be gone.
So with your can't be worse mode,
Know it as stupid as what a dog leaves on the lawn.

Think it can't get worse no matter how much you curse? I could sure prove you wrong. Even dead in a ditch can bring about a worse song. Depends on one's view I suppose, but the worse still flows. Now I will go pass some gas as holding it in is worse for my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.