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and for what gamble on farce is it these dice that I

am throwing

a walk with a man and gun in the dead of dark

with no possible chance of ever fully knowing

is it not natural that anger and indignation are

slipping and swiftly showing

fear races up my heart but my breath is evenly

flowing

the cold slap at my back is only the wind

blister fully blowing

you have forcefully lead me to the corner of my sparse

existence

my blood boils my eyes remain intense

this situation is uncalled for so I barter for any

shred of common sense

in the aftermath of my demise

everyone will hear not my version of the truth

but my murderer's lies

for no one can hear the side of the victim who does

not even know for what it is he dies

I hear the shot

I hurt badly

then slip slowly into eternal sleep

while my murderer

my wallet he decides to keep

and with my money

another gun for more killings he goes out and buys

what else do you want me to say

I know something

just this

Thanks For Nothing Guys!...................

( written Jan 16,1992 pm)