Do You Wish To Make A Last Statement?

Yes sir, I do

What I say now will survive
And you will read it
And know that I ate two chicken fried steaks today

Her last words were not spared
There was no stenographer
Only the cold record
Of her bound and broken body

Now she’s a faded tattoo on another man’s back
And I’ll shit two chicken fried steaks onto this gurney
In a moment when I’m gone

So . . .

"Keep on doing that until you’re ready"

I’m ready, warden
I'm ready now
It’s coming
I can feel it coming
One, two, there it goes