The execution

My hands handcuffed behind me
I await my demise in this
Cold cell
Granted one last meal I hear
The slaming of a steel
Door
A key in my cell door and
In steps two guards
With blank expression
They stare silently at
The concrete wall as I
Chew away at my last
Steak and chase a bowl
Of peas with a plastic
Fork
I glance at the clock on
The wall.. 11:15 am
I chose electrocution as
The method of punishment
And I could feel the chill
Of this cold prison on
My shaven head
The words of the judge
Echoed through my
Mind..
"Murderer, Sentenced
To death!"
The priest entered my
Cell and uttered words
For the salvation of
My wretched soul, kissed
The cross then quietly
Left the cell
The guards slowly walked
Me down the long corridor
Towards the execution
Chamber
The switch would be thrown
At 12:00 pm
"An eye for an eye kept
Running through my
Head"
They strapped me to a
Wooden chair as a dozen
Officials sat gawking behind
A glass enclosure
A muffled voice shouted
From behind the thick
Glass
"Burn in hell!"
A sponge soaked with
Water streamed down my
Face yet I was unrepentant
I spit in a guards face and
Screamed out. " I'll kill you
All!"
They flipped the switch and
The prison lights flickered
My body convulsed and in
Moments I slumped over
A lifeless excuse for a
Human being
Such is the life of
A murderer..

Cafe
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Wow! I had to check outside my bedroom window to
make sure the cops weren't coming for me!
And don't any of you ladies start acting up or you'll
get the same thing. Lol.
But we do grant you one last meal of your choosing,
if you're slated for execution. So what will it be?
Chili dog, caviar, Mac & cheese, or buttered biskets
served with Cafe tea?
ps.. Can I have your stereo and coin collection? Just
asking. Lol.

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marikia
Cafe, are you OK? Me being over there with the pond between perhaps you ought to let dear maidens out of cage so that they could make sure you are fine in the castle. You need them there, not in contraptions of cagey type, so that you thrive constantly in their gentle presence.comfort heart beating sad flower
godsprincessonline today!
dance popcorn tinfoil hat lightbulb coffee grin
cafetwo2010
Kathy..
Oh, I see. You thought you just went to the movies. grin
Wait til my next block buster comes out. professor
yay
Cafe
cafetwo2010
Mady..
How could I ever stop writing poetry when I can keep
you up all night with my snickering little schemes? grin
Isn't life wonderful? rolling on the floor laughing kiss kiss
Cafe
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