Hanging

The day of hanging has come
And to my surprise I feel happy
Even though I’m considered scum
I’m read my rights and my wrongs
No women throw their thongs
Only rotten veg and one wooden leg
As I’m lead to the hang mans knot
This simple note I jot
With a wing and pray
I hope they will be fair
But as the knot is tie around my neck
I look out to the crowd and ‘ah feck’
And then I’m dropped a short drop
And it’s not long before I stop
How am I still writing this?
I should just be a whisper in the mist

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