I rise up like a defeated despot
Climbing the steps to the noose.
The razor-coarse fibers
Scratch at my skin.

Hordes of humanity watch
And jeer my folly and celebrate
The imminence of my end.
If only I could join them…

But I am just a man
Staring past the steamed mirror
With the razor to my neck,
Late again, for the morning commute.