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Rated: E · Other · Death · #2005729
The appalling shooting of a man in St Louis
It was just two sodas in St Louis,
On the curb for anyone to have,
Stolen a few moments before,
By a no one who was sick for sure

And the man keeps walking,
To nowhere
And the man keeps talking,
To no one

Two sodas in St Louis and a call to 911,
"Please come and help this man"
"He doesn't know what he has done"
"No need to worry Miss we are sure to come"

Two sodas in St. Louis warrant investigation,
A misdemeanor requiring no incarceration,
No intention on letting this one pass go,
It's two hundred dollars to show

And the man keeps walking,
To nowhere
And the man keeps talking,
To no one

And the man keeps walking,
To nowhere
And the man keeps talking,
To no one

Then the policemen come,
Each of them draw their gun,
"Go ahead and shoot me"
Says the no one

And the man keeps walking,
To nowhere
And the man keeps talking,
To no one

And the man keeps walking,
To nowhere
And the man keeps talking,
To no one

Two sodas in St Louis,
Equal six shots of lead,
Two sodas in St Louis,
And another black man dead

And the man has stopped walking,
And the man has stopped talking,
And still they sit on the curb,
Two sodas undisturbed
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