3 March 2013
His purple face gasps for air, The evil rope won't let him. Choking, he struggles but fails, The man's fate looks deathly grim.
He can't feel his skinny arms, Hanging there like a limp doll. In his head, he hears alarms, Saying to let go and fall.
Sadly, the man can't escape, The people taunt him with words. He's about to die, in shape, The man is hung on a cord.
Gasping, his tight head falls limp, Tragicly short- his life span. Yet again, he was a wimp, He chose to be in Hang Man!
Hung • Opuss № I