Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Leon Czolgosz

I did die in nineteen o'one,
In a New York electric chair.
Killing a man was what I'd done,
Cuz I thought things were so unfair.
I stood in line, waiting my turn
To greet the man who soon would die.
Closer I got, the more my yearn
To make the world heed my outcry.
He suspected nothing, no doubt.
I aimed the revolver precise,
Doing the deed I dreamed about,
And shot William McKinley twice.

Leon Frank Czolgosz was my name,
Killing a President - my fame.