Writhing against the binding
From weights on my feet I sink
The pain in my chest is blinding
As I struggle for air and to think.
I could have been a much better person
But I wasn’t and I find myself here
I’ll be sitting by Davy Jones locker
Drowned, it’s been one of my fears.
I’m almost at bottom of the ocean
In front of my name they’ll write ‘late’
And because I was always a ‘bad ‘un’
With Old Nick I now have a d…
©Joe Wilson – A Weighty Problem 2014
The image appeared in Punch 10 December 1892