Electric
They're selling tickets
to the execution
front row ringside seats
for an electrocution
there for the thrill of the kill
ghouls who want to watch him fry
who knows why they're compelled
to view condemned die
God forgive the man
who throws the switch
which pulls the plug
makes criminals twitch
he and Old Sparky
are best of friends
lighting up felons
to the bitter ends
but what kind of everyday
man in the street
for hire volunteers to pyre
people in the hot seat
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