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