The Man In The Alley

there once was a man named david or dave
one day his mother had died
his mother had said he wouldn't behave
and david did nothing but cry

he began to become recluse
as his late mother would say
a screw of his had come loose
on that very dreadful day

no more was david a nice, friendly man
or a human at the most
but instead a monster, joining a deathly clan
turning people his mother knew into toast

david the violent, the crazy and mad
hid in the alleys in the street of New
no one could know the thoughts he had
as he shot himself right on cue

david, the man in the alley, my friend
drove himself to a crazy, definite end.

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