GQ Man


I am personable, intelligent
I look like the cover of GQ
That's why it took so long to find me
Even now on death row
I get weekly marriage proposals
From women and men
In the end I go to the chair
They put electrodes on my legs and head
I look at the blond
In the front row
Wishing I had one more day
So I could have her
The chair is vibrating
It feels like lightening bolts
My ears are ringing
My nose and eyes twitch
I start to smell burning flesh
Realizing it is my own
My nose bleeds
My eyes bulge
A few seconds
I am dead
I look down on my body below
And realize even in death
I am a GQ man

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