16.
the walk is so lonley
down the long prison halls
i hear my own weeping
as it's bounced off the walls

and all who are present
know i'll soon be deceased
had sex with them all yes
except for the one priest

my sentence was handed
and slapped down so hard
oh death to this temptress
and this murderous bard!

i am the poetess
Pastora Deflutter
on my way to the chair
the priest heard me mutter

en route to my undoing
i told him my last sin
a night of debauchery
twas a night soaked in gin

the previous eve yes
i was sprung from my cell
by harry the hachet
ex'cutioner from hell

we went to a small room
so cozy and yet so dark
he showed me his johnson
so big and oh so stark!

and we went right at it
very crazed with the lust
and then he recuffed me
and then swept up the dust!

after he returned me
to my dank little hole
a delicate flower
now a murderous mole!

and now here i sit yes
all strapped into this chair
may i have a brush please
for this messy old hair?

my last prince then enters
so somber and so grim
i throw him a sweet kiss
on a hope and a whim

but all he returns is
this most sorrowful frown
he does look so sexy
he pulls the lever down

(and it's over...)

14.
i wake in my bed then
still a bit tired it seems
reach under my pillow
for my big book of dreams

i write with such passion
of the one i just had
of the killer poetess
the good girl that went bad

i then look round my room
so much clutter and such
the old romance novels
all piled up just so much!

and in one lone corner
in the cradle i see
my dear sweet young baby
my object of my glee

i pick her on up then
and i hum her a song
she fusses then musses
then gurgles right along

i look out my window
at the tenement netch
i see all my neighbors
oh they whine and kvetch!

and i twirl and i twirl
and i twirl round the room
i sing for my baby
my mother and the womb

for i am the housewife
Priscilla DeSolice
lost in a big dreamland
but right here i find peace.

(the end)