Green Mile
Green Mile


The judge is snoring for the victory of my
Conviction
Every night, I merry in the comfort of his
Spouse
My skin has become a palimpsest of
Fleeting sensation
And each layer bore the imprint of my Doxie
Instead of a red carpet, to flaunt my asset
I walk on a green mile, toward an electric
Chair
With fans on the other edge, cheering my
Conquest
I am the champion of the west wing with
Horsehair
Dawn is here and I must face the light
In a roll of two, I lead
To cast my secrets in light without weight
I always lead, whether it's death or food
Without a doubt, I am the best on earth
I have fans cheering me at death