WHY DO YOU WANT TO ELECTROCUTE ME?
I can hear the snap and crackle
of your diabolical electrical machine
as you hook me up for my final act.
I have committed no crime, and tried
to be as good a person as I could be.
Maybe I should not have put down
your chihuahua since you loved her
to death—but she could no longer walk
or wait to be taken out the door anymore.
You won’t find a better human being than me!
Let me call the President and beg for a pardon.
Hold on to your hallelujahs for now.