A.N. - Try to take this sarcastically.

Mel Brooks Does Braveheart

He split his mouth a bit too wide
as the punishment -
Torn limb from limb! -
was handed out.

The crowd jeered in the background.
They'd yet to find
their rotten produce
to chuck at his
holier-than-thou grin.

At least it wasn't castration.
Perhaps then he'd forget to smile.

They clamped on the shackles,
led him away to his deluxe accommodations -
The last had not had hay on the floor.

Tomorrow he will be made
a spectacle of for the masses.
Let the crowd roar -
Martyrs do not truly die.