buried treasure
hit me till you have to stop
crush me until my heart will pop
bury me in the park by the bench
leave no grave marker, only the stench
let the search for me begin
but my body will move never again
beg them to find me back
but you were the one who my body hacked
pretend like you care i am gone
my life you had withdrawn
beg to find where i went
but in the park my body, you sent
smile with glee
at my dead rotting body
This poem was written by Paul Conversano on Jun 23, 2008.
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