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A Ballade of Suicide

Captain.Heroin

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The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours-on the wall-
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay-
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall-
I see a little cloud all pink and grey-
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call- I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way-
I never read the works of Juvenal-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational-
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

-Gilbert Keith Chesterton​
 
In life I've been the thief
At the moment I cry out
I've reached the point of grief
I have no voice to scream nor shout
When the red flags go up again I see
Dying has become attractive to me
And just when I began to load the gun
The uniforms brought me wine; and some cheap food on which to dine
I then began to see that the destruction of life as fun
I now see purpose for my life so I praise the black sun and say
I think I will not hang myself today

- Yours Truly
 
That seems like a unique rhyme pattern but maybe I'm just too poetically challenged to recognize it. Regardless I'm glad you decided to live another day.
 
The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours-on the wall-
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay-
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall-
I see a little cloud all pink and grey-
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call- I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way-
I never read the works of Juvenal-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational-
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

-Gilbert Keith Chesterton​

It's basically an A, B, etc pattern.

Some of the words are intentionally warped into the rhyme scheme i.e. "rational" is normally not pronounced "ration-awl".
 
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