I took out a book to read
but someone went and shot me dead.
I really wished that I could live,
the script told me to take a dive.
Gun-smoke caught up in the wind
and all thoughts slowly left my mind

The blood poured out from that red wound,
and yet I could not make a sound.
The Devil came and took a bow,
I knew it was a fatal blow.
It really was just his excuse
No wonder that I lost my fuse

I shall appeal to God: Abolish
this edict, for I am Polish
my soul grows cold and so much number
as I still slip into my slumber
I’ve figured out which words to use.
But I don’t know. Hey, what’s the use? 

                                   30 November 2023