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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.

Next the room fills up with steam,
then flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream.
Now the part I really hate...

Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,"
"Tell Him there's been a mistake..."
Ugh - stop drooling on my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.

I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.

NEXT...!
Come on, don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand. Sharks. Nice white strychnine.
Punishment is up to me.

Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.

What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night,
or perhaps go out of town...

Wait - did I just HAVE that thought??
Oh my goodness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?
Guess there ARE cold days in hell!

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07/29/2015

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