The Hanged Man

The gibbet at the crossroads stands
And on it hangs what was a man
A lesson to us all, they say
Who hung him there on Saturday
The object of their cold derision
One who made a bad decision
His voided bowels stain his thighs
And now the crows have ate his eyes
But still he hangs in his disgrace
Until another takes his place
The gibbet at the crossroads waits
For those who make the worst mistakes

©️jane jago

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