Life On Death Row
not getting
to decide
his last
meal
but must have
been liked by
the great
give her
in the sky for he
was lucky to be
pardoned twice
in the past four
weeks squeaking
by debaiting a
topic even de
bated by peta
but luck is just
luck and just
that in that
time has
a way of moving
at the same pace
but catching up
all the same
so after nights
of gnawing
wood it's
under
stood why he
would have not
fought for a better
meal then peanut but
ter when his mind's
palette was surely
filled with expenes
ive cheeses before
the mouse trap
snapped last
night right
before
midnight
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