Suicide by Trapeze
The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad?
Peter Brent combed his hair
And sent for the police
Policeman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace
No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide
The body remains unidentified
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