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[aid] => mick
[title] => Drawer 34
[time] => 2005-04-28 18:42:41
[hometext] => seems everyone likes the dark side
[bodytext] => I don't know where to begin I am no longer here Even now the thought and I cringe This story may cause you to fear Your town my town It doesn't matter Yeah; I've been around fear, is fear, is fear Anyway I had just arrived It was hot and humid Sweating perfusly hardly a spot on my body dry Suddenly feeling sick like I had to vomit I still at the depot out front on the walk way In this strange city I could feel my body sway Over whelmed I was so dizzy I couldn't remember anything I woke up in a cool strange room I heard some talking Mr.Fetcher; how do you suppose he sucome ? I couldn't speak nor move Looks as though he had a stroke My god ! I'm at the morgue Stop ! stop ! their undressing me I was freezing on this cold slab Embarassed I couldn't grab I wanted to be dressed Miss Leach; since your new this species your first A a woman god; my nakedness I tried to learch I couldn't my whole body was stiff Miss Leach I don't want to see any indesion Mr. Fetcher he is a fine speciment Use this scaffel for your insision How long have you been in interment ? Just then the phone rang It's superintendant Hacker I felt nothing but fear and anger Miss Leach we'll get to him later Their putting a tag on my toe Here help me put him in the receptacle Me nothing, but a John Doe I'd rather be in hell Mark it; he's in drawer 34 Now we'll see what Hacker needs We'll get to him tomorrow Slide him in Leach I was freezing Naked scared to death I'm a human being I thought I would freeze I felt the drawer drawling out Help me slid him on the gerney I tried to shout Not a whinney I couldn't move I couldn't make a sound The butcher she's going to cut God Darn The horrible pain in my chest "Fetcher" He was still alive He's a bleeder I could feel myself losing life She's a gouger a grim reaper Spurting ozzing Fearing Dying I'm going to go Nobody a a a John Doe Sinned [comments] => 5 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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