The Appeal

He drapes on the black robe
To become his own judge
His thoughts are his jury
The verdict must hurry

As the folded paper will reveal
Six feet under to conceal
As verdict reads his epitaph
"A life sentence as I laugh"

He left his note for all to see
And happily imagines his eulogy
A full crowd to mourn his death
He realizes years of life are still left

As his own judge
He decides to appeal
This sentence of death
He will not deal