(A poem inspired by the letters of David Berkowitz, a.k.a. Son of Sam) I've been waiting for you In the gutters of New York City With the dog manure, urine, and blood, Right where you left me. I've spent so many nights without you And your return would mean the world Because I don't even know where you are see And I am all by my lonesome now. Oh Sam, I miss you something terrible. I've been getting all of these strange thoughts into my head But I am sure that seeing you again Could send all those thoughts straight back to where they came from. When are you going to come back to me Sam? We could set down in the sewers of New York City, me and you With the dog manure, urine, and blood, And watch all those people pass us by and laugh Because we've got each other and they have got nothing. Because the voices leave us alone and they won't leave them. Please Sam, Break free and come on back to me soon Sam.
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