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Why won’t you answer me
When I say your name?
You simply stand there
Like we’re playing a game.

I have so much to tell you
A great story you should know
You cannot ignore this
So let your listening ears show.

The story I’m about to tell
Is simply one that’s true
I wish you would just look at me
And hear this right through.

I’ll tell you this tale
Whether you listen or not
It began early this morning
While I was out on my trot.

I was running on my usual path
Down the street not far from here
Everything the same as always
Until I saw one lone deer.

It ventured out into the road
Stopping in the middle of the street
The traffic didn’t scare her away
As she munched on the grass at her feet.

You’re not paying me any attention
You keep looking away
The story’s almost finished now
I’ve got a little more to say.

I saw a truck approaching
The driver blaring the horn
The deer didn’t move a muscle
It gave the truck a look of scorn.

The driver had no other choice
Than to swerve off to the side
He chose to go up on the sidewalk
And I had nowhere to hide.

The truck was headed my way
And I completely froze in fear
Everything grew loud and intense
Screeching tires were all I could hear.

The last thing I could see
Was the deer still in the road
Then I rushed right home to see you
And also bear you my lode.

You see my story was great
About how I came out alive
Though you’re not even listening
Like you don’t care if I ever survive.

Will you just say one thing to me
Don’t ignore me anymore
Don’t pay attention to the doorbell
I will go answer the door.

Again you are not listening
You just walk right on by
I told you that I’d answer it
You know I would never lie.

Now, who are these people
In black suits looking grim
They don’t notice me at all
As you show them right in.

They don’t answer my questions
Or even glance my way
Wait, why are you crying?
What on earth did they say?

I listen to them again
They say I’ve hit my head
The doctors tried everything
But they say that I am dead.

No, this can’t be true
Their words are plain fiction
Yet you still cry in your hands
Unaware of my affliction

I don’t know what to think
As I scream your name once more
You never look or answer me
As the guests head for the door.

I think back to that deer
I remember seeing the truck
It all happened so quickly
Did I even think to duck?

I remember seeing a bright flash
And the world faded to black
The next thing I knew
I was lying flat on my back.

I guess I do not recall
How I managed to get home
It just sort of happened
I don’t think I even roamed.

Their words must be true
I guess I’m really dead
This might very well explain
All the pounding in my head.
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