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
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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.
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.
Comments (4)
Oh, I see. You thought you just went to the movies.
Wait til my next block buster comes out.
Cafe
How could I ever stop writing poetry when I can keep
you up all night with my snickering little schemes?
Isn't life wonderful?
Cafe