Green

The judge is snoring for victory of my conviction Every night, I merry in comfort of his spouse My skin has become a palimpsest of fleeting sensation And each layer bore the imprint of my Doxie Instead of a red carpet, to flaunt my asset I walk on a green mile, toward an electric chair With fans on the other edge, cheering my conquest I am the champion of the west wing with horsehair Dawn is here and I must face the light In a roll of two, I lead To cast my secrets in light without weight I always lead, whether it's death or food Without doubt, I am the best on earth I have fans cheering me at death