Once Upon A Time On Death Row

Read your horoscope, Aquarius:
“Today it’s anything goes.”
Does it matter that you are on death row?
Your face looks intelligent enough
But are you feigning sanity?
Every day you put the gun to your head,
The iron hammer falls,
The bullet spins in the barrel,
You feel the hot searing muzzle blast,
Then nothing,
Only to relive the scene once more:
The spent projectile falls harmlessly ,
You pick it up off of the floor,
Yes, this is the weapon,
Yes, this is the bullet,
Yes, this is the man who pulled the trigger,
Finally, you hear the footfall of priestly steps,
A voice singing “Amazing Grace,”
But they didn’t buy your conversion rap,
That somehow you are now of some value
To the prison populace,
Better to have spent your time as a Buddhist
Where you could walk to your new karma
Like Milarepa,
Wearing a yellow robe and holding a begging bowl,
Then recite the Sacred Mantra
As the drugs begin to flow.