Above the Quay - 2

Consider this choice (of sound mind) my last hurrah, Have no doubt about my motive so pure and fine See my feet dangling just above the waterline; Give my fond farewells, observe my last scofflaw. I chose this heavy iron chain around my neck; you see, Coarse cattle rope was much too gauche, too primitive A way for this gentrified man to take his final leave To indelibly announce he no longer wishes here to be. I am as innocent as a newly-born child into this world, No misdemeanors to confess before a judge or jury Only experiencing raw anguish and unmitigated fury At the many false accusations at me wrongfully hurled. A complete re-styling and re-write of my poem "Above the Quay" on February 27, 2021 Submitted to John Lawless's "Fragments of Verse" Contest