The Strangers

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The lamp is still there,
but doesn't glow as it used to.
So is the smile,
but it's not funny anymore.
Sherlock with his pipe,
refuses to solve this mystery.
And Watson sits there, not budging an inch.
'You're not naked under that coat this time'.
'You don't want me to be naked anymore.'
So, defeated that I cannot bribe them,
I move on lost, trying to figure out
what is going on.
The words ring out loud,
and the world applauds.
But lonely as hell, Watson
stands waiting, for his partner.
Now, this is confusing, isn't it?
Who will try to figure out
what this insane poem means?
Decipher the characterisation,
the tone of voice,
tear its essence apart.
No one can spot the hidden killer,
not even the world's best detectives.
Sherlock and Watson have retired.
And I'm still trying hard to understand,
why...

Comments

dharmabum said…
thats a nice one. very clever.
Friday, 31 August, 2007
Anonymous said…
Okay that one sounds really nice, but i didnt get it, quite like the last lines of the poem :)
Sunday, 16 September, 2007
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