I’ve a macabre curiosity
I’m the ghoul at the scene of the crime
I stand and stare
Spellbound for a time
Where disaster strikes
I’ll be a face in the crowd
Part of me feels pity
But I can’t help feeling proud
I feast on gory details
To get a good look I strain
Taking cold comfort
From someone else’s pain
I spend my days chasing ambulances
Watching car crash TV
Invading the personal tragedy of others
Just glad it was not me
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