Killer Waiting Execution Writes Poem
A poem written by Thomas Grasso as he waited on death row. It is titled ``A Visit With Mystery″:
Ready, willing, and waiting am I, asked for death but could not die.
Each sunrise is one day less, I’ll endure this horrible mess.
When the last sun does sink, Mr. E will serve a goodbye drink.
On the day our paths do cross, it won’t take much to see the job through, just a little toxic brew.
The warden will read my last creed and the deadly brew will flow.
As the poison drips into my veins and from my body life does drain, I’ll know then, once and for all, what ``last call″ means when serving ``toxahol.″