As he lay there and the cold ground
And all the people walked on by
They didn't care what happened
Too busy with their boring lives
It's how it always is though
See he didn't have a lover
His mother never cared
So why should all the people
Who didn't know him?
So how fitting a death
Even he would have agreed
To have died all alone
On a cold hard street.
A contest entry
- rendezvous with a dead man and then some by vertigo beat.
1750 points, ended December 2, 2007, 13 entries
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