electric chair [commonplace]
one last request
before you fry
let me out of this hole
besides the obvious
asshole
well I guess besides that
you should let me fuck your mother
batman
this man is willing to die in peace
the priest proclaims
as I painfully hold
this prick of pain in my
pruning fist
if any man
shall deny the things
that god puts within him
he must hope
that a blind saint
shall save all
of those who fry
for the sanctity of my name
I can hardly hear
as the shackles lock in place
and you warm in the pain
of electric chair currents
revenge will be mine
excruciating pain
all throughout my body
I'll jerk around like an infant
being rippled to shreds
by a pack of vapid dogs
ask yourself
who's the scum tonight
as you puff your Cuban cigar
you're legal scum
that's the only difference between
a single volume
of legal law
that distinguishes
what you and I do
although oddly similar
we need be distinguished
no matter how purposeless
as good and evil
god and satan
black and white
are constantly dodging machetes
unsheathing their knives
but even the highest voltage
cannot cook my veins
or boil my blood
cooled by the icy crystals
of her vocal hex
resonating her honey soaked throat
as my body burns the electric chair
and I thrash around in misery
and push the priest's book
out his vile stubby hands
my numbered uniform
is all bloody
I'm making not one noise
head dropped in an electric headband
covering my burned eyes
but I can still see
oh I can still see
and it's nothing but flakes
of white light refracting
off black stones of coal
floating in cosmic clouds
how commonplace
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16588689-electric-chair-commonplace-by-Colvet
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