The Man Nobody Knows: TWMOT

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He's a man outside looking in at the cold, cruel world.
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He lives in solitude, where he has no visitors.
No one comes and goes but him and his solicitors.
He is unaccompanied in every place he haunts.
He lives a lonely life, a life that nobody wants.
Please tell. Who is that weird man, that weird man over there?
If he died today maybe his family would care.
No one else would notice if the man did disappear.
If some tragedy befell him none would shed a tear.
There'll be no wiping of eyes and no blowing of nose
For the demise of a weird man who nobody knows.
Like everyone he breathes, he eats, he sleeps and he bleeds
Yet others don't give a damn about his wants and needs
Because he's a weird man. He's that weird man over there.
His lonely life is of which he finds no one to share.
When he reflects on his life there's reason to dismay.
For many years and counting he has been like a stray.
He's shunned by so many because in their steely eyes
He is fit just for flies. He's one to shun and despise.
Please tell. Who is that weird man, that weird man over there?
Who's that unseen man as invisible as the air?

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Satyr61Satyr614 months ago

This is sad, almost disturbing but incredibly well written & powerful.

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