The gun showed off it silhouette
It was my turn at Russian roulette
I’m so tired of being a marionette
And being under the thumb of a coquette
I spin the chamber and it hums a death tune
Where it eventually stops we’ll know real soon
If I get to swallow that shiny silver spoon
The new wallpaper will be in total ruin
Alfred Ramos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-wish-interior-decorating/
