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.:se7en - post mortem:.
Once upon a time..
There was The Pitt-man
There was The Spacey-man and
The…Free-man
Being out of sorts they were kind of solemn
But.. Indeed they were good sports
Trading their philosophical retorts
Smug-like smiles; the questioning of styles
Just bantering about amongst themselves
Cryptic; while not at all too explicit
Sharing a litany of unreasonable reasons
They, together entered Pitt’s clogged ear
Human frailty went in as well
To perform by storm an unmasking of Hell
The Free-man, his raincoat…no worse for wear
He shouted out to re-route.. the latest found tear
“Don’t come in,
Don’t come in here;
California, tell your people to stay away.
Stay away now, don't…don't come in here.
Whatever you hear, stay away!
John Doe has the upper hand!”
That’s right, John Doe had the upper hand
That “No-man”, a Spacey-man.
Way out there in that No-where Land
So said The Free-Man; said before the Last Stand
Now The Pitt-man, him?
So prominent was to be his loss
Treacherously tragic; dastardly the cost
Trying to “not” BLAST! as fast as he can
No surprise upon Sir Prize…placement of The End
We've seen too much meanness in…too many a scene
Viewers become drunk as they sip from the spleen
I suppose some might if they think that they can
Forego all those sins.. raining down upon man.
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