Swinger

peto

The gallows gathered quite a crowd 

The day they wrapped me in my shroud 

The jailer pocketed my bling

The day they made me swing 

 

A feral mob threw rotten fruit 

A jester played his tuneless flute 

A fanfare bellowed to the king 

The day they made me swing 

 

A noose was placed around my neck 

The hangman earns another cheque 

They danced a jig the highland fling

The day they made me swing 

 

The blindfold irritates my head 

A few more minutes 

Over

Dead

I'm sure I heard a church bell ring 

The day they made me swing 

 

The trap door opened down I went 

Preamble to the main event 

The children to their mums did cling 

The day they made me swing 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2026 14:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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