Pick Your Poison
The hanging of the gallows high
Electric chair is set on fry
Passing out free cyanide
So many different ways to die
Rounding up the firing squad
Wait for it...the go for it nod
The guillotine is set on chop
All it needs is for the blade to drop
They're mixing up the chemicals
To go off at precise intervals
Tying up your arms with coils
Being pulled apart by bulls
Feed you to the crocodiles
The ones that have the biggest smiles
Dragging you for twenty miles
Behind ten horses running wild
You can beg and you can plead
Getting down upon your knees
But sometimes the reading of my poetry
Might just be the worst of these
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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