CHARLES STARKWEATHER
'Who knows what? Here I am, all alone
again. I've left all that candy in the couch
and now I'm walking empty-handed. What
else can be said and what am I doing here
anyway? As a child I had but few toys; everyone
always angry or yelling about something. I
never could keep up. Now my head hurts, and
my eyes won't see. Blurry. Not clear anything.
If I wanted a bicycle I got a shovel. If I sought
forgiveness, I got a slap in the face. Nothing
ever made sense. Who knows what?
Here I am, all alone again.'
'Who knows what? Here I am, all alone
again. I've left all that candy in the couch
and now I'm walking empty-handed. What
else can be said and what am I doing here
anyway? As a child I had but few toys; everyone
always angry or yelling about something. I
never could keep up. Now my head hurts, and
my eyes won't see. Blurry. Not clear anything.
If I wanted a bicycle I got a shovel. If I sought
forgiveness, I got a slap in the face. Nothing
ever made sense. Who knows what?
Here I am, all alone again.'
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