Just Another Friday
By John W
Only a fool would play with all chambers full
The brutal truth, they would do so only once.
So too the bottle for those enslaved by its pull,
Handcuffed in mind, donning hat of spiritual dunce.
Odd indeed it is that disguised as life,
To us comes the answer to our dilemma.
While spinning the chamber may end the strife,
There is instead a solution to our mania.
The immediate, yet penultimate task to achieve,
To put the plug in the jug, forego gat with chambers full.
With only death for failure, ourselves we could not deceive
So it was the decision after the admission or else the trigger pull.
At this game of Russian Roulette we no longer played,
We had found the heralded solution and with it we stayed.
