The execution done on time,
beginning the day that it was supposed to.
They brought him in and strapped him
onto the stylish gurney. The labelled him 'being'
and then they strapped him down like livestock.
Did you watch our custom,
did you do the right thing,
did you take a meteor
and smash it--guv'nor?
For Tookie was a mild muscular man
out of place in that Wild West picture show.
They trotted him up the steps
and they waited for his knees to buckle.
They wanted him to tumble.
And the cowboys galloped hard,
hard, to see it.
But Arnold,
Conan, Terminator--
where were you?
Mr. Sidney Poitier of Austria.
Life wasn't a fucking film, anymore.
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2 comments:
I like it!
thx. i guess the timing on this thing sux, but then, it was the timing. hard to believe that a state that consistently votes blue in the presidential elections even has this fucking thing. harder to believe that a nation that is supposed to be "one nation, indivisible," has different rules for this depending on where the person dies...
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