We are gathered here today
To mourn a dear soul
*You came to see the freak show
*And watch me dropp into my hole
She’ll be sadly missed
Valued friend to everyone
*You people didn’t know me
*From my friendship you would run
She was a funny person
Always told a joke
*You people never listened
*The silence never broke
She was always up to something
An active life she led
*I was bone idol, fat and lazy
*It’s no wonder I am dead
She used to enjoy nature
In the mountains her time spent
*I wanted to be alone
*So to the mountains I went
She was a dedicated person
She lived her life with pride
*Nobody ever gave a shit
*That’s why I committed suicide
© Pamela A.C. James-Blackwood 2006
Pamela James Blackwood
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