When you’re on the walk,
to your imminent death,
Rattling with glee jail cell doors,
you get to eat one last dish.
What foods does the inmate choose?
It’s mostly cultural and familial and habit,
What fatty concoction does the murderer muse?
Chicken and fries? Victim blood in a chalice?
It’s a nice gesture that the jail gives you,
a final meal of whatever you want,
for the rapists and serial killers of less than a few
Your choice of food, plate and menu font.
What would I choose to have as my final spoon and fork?
Well, it would not involve any food at all,
I’d order a bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke,
I’d get blackout drunk before during and after the walk.
That way I wouldn’t know what was happening,
one last time getting drunk as a skunk,
My brain would be fried, unable to be mapped,
by the doctors there, then, unconscious death, THUMP!