nicole reynolds - poems

mr barclay
mr barclay got sent to the electric chair
they pulled the lever while his family stared
then everyone realized it wasn't so fair
for, he fried for someone else's affair
they found the real killer
the very next day
how would you like to be mr barclay?
now he's just compost
down to his bones
his only two visitors
are a pair of black crows
they peck at his grave
searching for worms
while every each day
on the world turns



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