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There once was a man named Samuel,

Whom was never too young,

Never too old.

He spent his days, with his nose in a book,

Quietly reading to heal the pain,

Which grew inside him like a competitive game.

He'd raise his head, now and then,

Only to release a sigh,

He'd roll his head back,

Mouth the word "Why?"

Good old Samuel, bless his heart,

Never hurt a fly,

He never asked to get broken,

He never asked to cry.

That boy that he used to go around with,

Well he ended his life last night,

Leaving a letter, which was bound in leather,

Explaining his reasons "why".

Samuel received it,

The boys Mother delivered it,

And inside that journal, he found out why,

Samuel still questioned his actions,

Still pondered what was going through his loved ones head that night.

But the answers remain unspoken,

Samuel would never figure out why.

Samuel set out on an adventure,

Left his chambers open wide,

Free for anyone to step inside.

Hoodlums entered, acted as if they were straight out of Harlem,

Stole everything in sight.

Leaving almost nothing,

For poor Samuel, when he returned later that night.

Now Samuel always had a sweet tooth,

He always loved pie,

He found himself a pie crust,

And he found himself some lye.

He put all that lye in the crust,

And he covered it with meringue.

Set it in the oven, and set the timer,

For twenty minutes had to go by.



Now Samuel was waiting,

For his sweet potassium hydroxide,

His mouth was watering,

Lusting for the chance to let it slide,

Down his esophagus,

And into his stomach,

Letting him feel full while he cried.

Samuel was never an artist,

He was never a poet,

But he had a feeling he'd be creating a masterpiece, tonight.

The oven chime rang, and he glanced at the meringue,

Saw that it was slightly brown.

Samuel removed it,

Let it sit on the counter,

And waited patiently for it to cool.

Once the steam finished rising,

He found himself a spoon.

Samuel ate that whole pie,

Ate the crumbs too.

With a full belly,

He staggered across his bare floor,

Samuel sat down against the wall,

Looked at the journal forevermore.