This is Farewell
No longer will my footprint
Leave history in the snow;
No more calmness from seas
Just the sound of crow!
Farewell soft summer breeze!
Oh you once so gently
Combed my hair!
Farewell! smell of autumn rain
And that dance I never dared
Fare thee well !
My short-lived joys
I'll land to who knows where!
Now I know, I deserve not much
But if one thing shall be,
An odor of mother's
Homemade bread-
A taste of life to me!
#nfaulk6
Plea for Humanity
I will eat nothing
but the wish
that you never
do this again.
Ring the bell
Call me desperate
at this my fate,
but please
ring the bell
for supper late,
for now that destiny
has a date,
my appetite
for egg and steak,
is just a fantasy
to relate,
until the hangman
clears my plate.
Execution
It's time for the end
But before I leave
I get to have a final meal.
What'll I have?
I wonder...
Ah!
I'll have a golden apple.
Just one is enough.
I'm a genius, aren't I?
With this golden apple
My last meal
Won't be my last meal.
Ahhhh, my brain trembles.
I'm so smart and clever.
With this meal over
Let's get on to the main event.
It's showtime boys.
Hm? Last words?
"See you later." :)
zap zzz crack zap zzz crack
...
Hello again!
It's me
I'm back!
Or rather, you guys never got rid of me.
Last Meal
What to have for my last meal?
Oysters, shrimp or tender veal?
Should I blow out with a burger feast?
Or indulge my love for food of the far east?
Something simple or something elegant?
Or go all out with a first taste of elephant?
If I find myself dining on death row,
There's only one thing that I know:
I won't be having a low calorie dish.
Pile it high, chef, and make it delish!
A Delicious Irony
So tonight I am to die
It matters not the reason why
The town has deemed it must be so
So away, away, I must go
Had I a broomstick as the rumor
I should away, away all the sooner
Or had I a magic spell
As the minister's wife is won't to tell
I should magic myself a feast
And rid this burden of being thought a beast
But if I'm to be a witch
I will cackle over my last chew
For my last meal I'll eat crow
And let them think I've met my due
Nothing has Ever Tasted Sweeter.
The flesh of those who have wronged me, bitten fresh from the thriving body itself.
Carbohydrates.
I sit and wait surrounded by wire barb.
Waiting for the last bite of a sweet, sweet carb.
Haven't had one in a while,
As it turns out.
Only thing I'm eating these days
Are heaps of self-doubt.
They escort me through a narrow door,
And there's pizza, pasta and burgers galore!
I bump the table
As I make my way
There, on the floor,
The carbs now lay.
It's fitting, though,
Eating like a rat.
Karma can be a dick like that.
Insatiable Appetite
My writ of execution carried out today
A capital punishment enforced, with my life I now pay
A customary ritual will precede of course, for it is always the last meal.
Humor me please, what Should the order of the day be: to 'go to my death with only the body of my Christianity', or indulge one last time with pizza, lobster, chianti & fish Roe?Or just maybe it might be: to share that last supper as an act of divinity.
Alas, I think not, merely food for thought, I choose to make peace as an act with my God.
Stone-cold
My last meal would be... the heart of my executioner.