Full of baloney

My wife fed me baloney sandwiches three times a day, seven days a week.

After five years of eating nothing but baloney, it really reeked.

When people said that I was full of baloney, they meant it literally.

After eating over five thousand baloney sandwiches, it sickened me.

I divorced her and married somebody else but all she ever serves is peas.

Someone shoot me please.

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This is a fictional poem

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