Go right ahead:
Nail me to a crucifix.
Hang me by my neck –
So if a neck doesn’t snap,
Asphyxiation will get me,
In mockeries of Carradine.
Something insane,
To a Grey-Ace like me.
Flay me living.
Draw.
Quarter.
Firing squad,
But I demand every round –
Is live.
Anarchists,
Are used to such things.