I took a slug of vodka
Then let the chamber spin
Six shots but just one bullet
This game I need to win
The gun placed to my temple
My trigger finger shook
Is a bullet in the barrel?
If only I could look
I squeezed the trigger lightly
It only made a click
Now it’s someone else’s turn
I need more vodka quick
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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