The Newspaper Murder Mystery

Sit and stare out the window
At all the people you’ll never know
Watch them as they wander
Going to and fro
Yesterday they started stacking
Newspapers on your lawn
But today when you awoke
They were all mysteriously gone
Doesn’t make sense to fall asleep
The day before you die
Might as well not wake up
To hear your mother cry.

Copyright © Drew Martin 2017