The Guest

The Guest I await the guest‘s arrival I’m sure he won’t be late To swiftly conclude business We have set for this date I glance up at the wall clock The time is almost four I hear someone is tapping Upon my chamber door The guest has two men with him Both wear a solemn look One man wears a uniform The other holds a book The guest enters my chamber And I offer him a chair He gives his head a shake But I insist that he sits there The pastor reads the bible The warden says ‘Farewell’ Then I switch on the current And send my guest to Hell