They split into groups
Measures and loupes
They knew it all
Photos on a wall
All the smartest
detective artists
For me twas just a blank surface
I just made them nervous
They would hunt the killer
I found the whole thing thrilling
And follow the clues
Look for what was true
I would try to be included
Without imposing rudely
If only they'd let me be part
I couldn't get my start
For they cut me off
Told me to get lost
They silenced me
Did as they pleased
And they searched and searched
Their mission cursed
Communicating with each other
Comforting one another
with ridiculous opinions
Unable to truly listen
I followed them room to room
Where so many met their doom
How can I make myself seen
How they pose and boast and preen
Sleuths looking for this illusive killer
No witness left alive to spill it
Their self satisfied smiles as they study a new clue
Yet it's back to the drawing board anew
I tried to intervene and again I am thrown out
Showing them solutions to their doubts
So I watch from a far, the edge of the forest
Where I always was, the pariah the pest
On a badly dug mound silty and shoddy
where I buried all of those bloody bodies
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