Saturday, October 2, 2004

John Doe

John Doe

By Kazz Falcon

 

Who was you?

Where did you come from?

There were no clues about you

No one show up to claim you

You were forgotten

You made a lasting impression on me

The bullet killed you instantly

It damaged your brain very badly

I wondered who did this to you

Was you in trouble?

Who want you to be murder?

It was my job to find out

I gathered up the clues

The bullet was the first clue

I looked in the newspapers

So far, there was no mention of the crime

I searched on the web

I came up with nothing

Something dawned on me

Perhaps, you committed suicide

Some kids saw you floating in the water

The police located a car nearby

We found your fingerprints on the car

There wasn’t a suicide note

The gun was missing

Did someone kill you?

Did you kill yourself?

What was the real story?

Life couldn’t be that bad

I won’t rest till I find out who you was

You must be someone else, besides John Doe

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