Our poor man

The death bound did avoid the puddle, a journo wrote he saw

Just before the slithering men of rules consumed another raw

Wonder if he was human enough for by Jove he jumped aside

It's learnt no one gave a monkey’s for that leap loud and wide

Rumor was his only sin was calling the warder son of a whore

They also said that day the bum was clearly drunk to the core

The warder was a cultured man, so he chose an elegant word

And ‘you bastard’ was the last on Earth our hangin man heard

Was his twitching body a sign of life or was he just prison cred

For fellow convicts did ask the hangman if easy went the dead

They talked of him on smuggled pot while dreaming of the bar

Said he did not deserve the fate, you know how prisoners are