This is a real fast one, guys

My life’s on time
But again my sense is late
Feel a mite unsteady
But still I have to play
Six to one the odds
And we have the highest stakes
And once again I gamble with my very life today

Highly polished metal
The oil makes it gleam
Fill the terror chamber
Your mind begins to scream
Your life is like a trigger
Never trouble till you’re squeezed
Now you crack a smile
As you give the gun a tease

Place the pistol down
Now give the gun a spin
Soon as the spinning stops
Oh no, the game starts in
A hateful way of vengeance
A bit of playful sin
Load another bullet
Now the second round begins

A couple grains of powder
A couple grams of lead
A touch against the trigger
A touch inside the head
Take another drink and Raise the last bets
Think about my last words
They might be what I just said

A click comes from the hammer
That couldn’t drive a nail
Sense the numbing cold blue
Or the red of Hades’ grill
A fraction of a second
Do you lose, or maybe still
Pass it to the left
And collect your mighty kill

Add another bullet
The third round begins
Soon as the spinning stops
Oh no, the game starts in
Please, no I.O.U.’s
No markers for death

You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.

There really is no point to this post. I’m just trying to get used to a life as a sober person with friends. I’ve been reading a history of the Somme, drinking white wine, with Peace Sells repeating over and over. And thinking about US grand strategy regarding Afghanistan. Not a good way to start off a life of sobriety.

But Fuck it. Hunter Thompson, Hemingway, and Safire are dead. Is there really a point to anything anymore?