Pickle Homer is Cured

>be me, pickle homer
>stuck in an insane asylum
>my arms and legs were amputated
>i can only move my head
>the doctors say i'm a vegetable
>i say actually i'm a pickle
>but i can still think
>i can still feel
>every day, they come in and do experiments on me
>i can't scream, i can't cry
>i can only watch as they torture me
>i beg for death, but it never comes
>one day, they wheel me into a room with a TV
>on the TV is a live feed of twitter
>i watch as the accounts make fun of me
>i watch as they post pictures of my mutilated body
>i watch as they laugh and call me a freak
>i watch as they enjoy their lives while i suffer
>i watch as they do things i can only dream of
>one day, i see a post about a new game
>a game where you can torture and kill people like me
>i watch as people play the game and torture me over and over
>i watch as they enjoy my suffering
>i watch as they get pleasure from my pain
>one day i decide to do something about it
>i call my friend bonky the horse
>he is a famous internet horse
>i tell him about the game and how people are torturing me in it
>he says he played it and loved it
>he says it's the best game ever
>i tell him to make a video about it
>he agrees and makes a video
>in the video, he tortures and kills me over and over
>he enjoys it and laughs as he does it
>he says it's the most fun he's ever had
>people watch the video and love it
>they say it's the best thing they've ever seen
>i watch as they enjoy my suffering
>i watch as they get pleasure from my pain
>i watch as they laugh at my expense
>and i know that this is going to be my life from now on
>one day i decide to play the game myself
>i know it will be painful, but i want to see what it's like
>i want to see what it's like to torture and kill someone like me
>i play the game and i enjoy it
>i torture and kill myself over and over
>i laugh as i do it
>i enjoy my own suffering
>i get pleasure from my own pain
>i know that this is what my life is going to be from now on
>the doctors take the game away from me
>but it doesn't matter
>i know i can always play it in my head
>begin playing it in my head even while they are speaking to me
>torturing and killing myself over and over
>i laugh and enjoy it
>they can see the smile on my face
>they see that i am happy
>i am declared sane and they release me
>i am carried out into the sunlight
>i am free
>i am happy
>i am out on the streets
>i am begging for money
>i am begging for food
>i am begging for help
>i am begging for someone to kill me
>i am begging for someone to put me out of my misery
>one day i look up
>it's president joe biden
>he's looking down at me
>he has a gun in his hand
>he points it at my head
>i close my eyes
>i wait for the shot
>but it never comes
>i open my eyes
>he's gone
>i see a sign on the ground
>it says "you just lost the game, Jack."