The Electric Chair

Through rusted, solid iron bars I stare into the foreign sky and wonder if there's life on Mars. The nips have sentenced me to die. So many stars, a stuffy moon, the plaintiff sermon of a toad, I shall be resting all too soon and dream about the other road the one so straight and free and clear but also without riches, I was not deaf yet did not hear nor see the scum-filled ditches. The jury found me guilty, thus they called for retribution, the witnesses expect no fuss, Gof bless electrocution.