Me and the Gun(A Fictional Poem)
me and the gun
out for a little fun
Pointing straight to my head
the World wants me to be dead
I have to agree with their point of view
Been a loser for 30 years
Nothing but a failure at everything I do
A sobering fact that there is a weapon at my back
concluding the life span is a cold bloody fact
The short hour is brief
My watch stealing away like a thief
Now it is time to say my goodbye
The pull of the trigger
I am ready to finally die
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