innocent,
despite all
the evidence wrongly
arranged
to convict you,
you stand
on the gallows
awaiting
your fate.
but that's not
what truly
bothers you,
in the audience
you spot
your aunt Helen
holding a lemon
pie, she baked
just for you,
but she came too
late.
you smile
as your mouth
puckers
and the trap
door swings open,
oh well.
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