I was able to make a Sims 3 machina based on this poem... Care to wach? ^-^
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z92NkW5vElM
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I know why the homeless woman woke up on a bench.
Why she dug through the garbage this morning, regardless of the stench
Why she ran happily after finding enough to sell
Who she hugged and had her story to tell.
I know why the homeless man goes to the community garden
And why he steals fruit as soon as they harvest
Why he sold them to the grocery store
Why he left with high hopes of finding more.
I know why they spent their money on expensive clothes
Why she got a sparkling dress and he a black coat
Why her shoes were brand new and so were his
Why, they did this for the sake of their kids.
I know where they got the gun to claim a life
Where the homeless man went with his homeless wife
Why they had chosen a gun over a knife
How he got away, but not his wife
I know of a day when a robber came
When the homeless had home and drugged them with gas even he couldn't tame
When he left them to die, oh, what a shame
When he pistol whipped their daughters, a punishment that was insane
I know of when they waited for their daughters' fate
When they stayed in her hospital room day to day
When the bills were running high and left un-paid
When homelessness and poverty was their only fate
I know of the day when they wore those clothes
When she worse her dress, lucky as a clove
When he put on his jacket, heart full of loathe
When they both walked and knocked on the robber's home.
I know of a place where they see the robber's face
Where they hid the gun behind them with such grace
Where he snickered than ran, enabling a chase
Where the wife had caught him and pinned down his face.
I know of a time where she revealed her gun
Why, she showed it to him! To the light of the sun!
'Why couldn't you kill her quickly with a bullet-- just one!'
Why she shot the robber, but not out of fun.
I know why she didn't run
Why she waited for the police to come
Why she told him the story of which she comes from
Why she seems a lunatic to some
I know where the gun is loaded with one bullet for ammo
How the husband escaped? I'll never know.
I know he stooped down to a level too low
Where he raised the gun to his head for a death that wouldn't be slow.
Even though it's been a while
That robber long sentenced me a life of exhile
Oh, what a mother would do for any of her child
I know why this prisoner smiles.
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