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Death of a Salesman |
| Written by Robbie | |
| Monday, 03 March 2008 | |
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"I can't believe I did it, The nasty deed I'd done, I was so scared, Had to tell someone.
I told him to leave, But he said no, I was really angry, I felt really low.
I didn't mean to, I didn't want to, I really didn't, You believe me don't you?
I pulled the trigger, It was out of my control, I really killed him, I took his soul.
I can hear the headlines now: Death of a salesman, I didn't mean to, I've commited a sin.
Oh God, oh why, Please don't hurt me, I'm a good guy, Can't you see?
It was an accident, I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't, Please don't kill me too."
The two police guards walked out of the interagation room. I was scared. I killed a salesman. I hoped they believe me. Well, what do you think? You think I wanted to kill him. I didn't! No! No! No!
"What the hell's he doing?" the guard asked. "Beats me. Maybe the rubber walls have got to him." the other guard said. "Maybe. Asylums can do freaky things to people. I can't believe he wrote a poem about what happened!" the first guard said. "Well, he's really sick in the head. A salesman was across the street at another house, and this freak just comes up to him and shoots him, for no reason!" "Holy ****." "Well, let's get outta here. Our shift's over. I'm tired of watchin this sick ****." The two guards left. The man who killed the salesman freed himself from the stray jacket, a trick he learnt from his brother who was in prison, and pulled out a newspaper clipping which he had somehow snuck in. He read the headline aloud: "Death of a Salesman."
Copyright 2008 Robbie |
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