I'm the sole executioner for the N.Z. court,
but, despite the rumors, I don't do it for sport.
I've been doin' it well, .....nigh upon 20 years,
during which time I've seen....my share of tears.
It's now 1950, and business is slow,
and I'm worried my job may soon be a 'no-show'.
It's actually only a part-time job, to be sure,
but for my money, hanging (for some) .....is the best cure.
Some I've done had long ones, some short; I mean necks.
What's important to me is getting my hangman's checks.
Perhaps it's time I sought work in a more-deadly state;
I can swing an ax, fire a gun, and throw a knife all just great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I were to execute you, Bri, I'd do it slowly... using pizza and ice cream inflicted over a period of 150 years. That'd learn ya!
There were times in my country in 1937 when, quote: “No man, no problem» considered the best outcome in rivalry with the undesired opponent. This has always been allegedly referred to Stalin. The executioners for the most part were unknown to the public and they got their salary for doing “the right job”.