Demon Poem by Andy Caldwell

in a dark dirty saloon
sits a man at the bar
waiting patiently quietly
for his time speak
after some time
there's a lull in conversation
which he takes as an invitation
to begin his dissertation
his words bring doom
they share a common gloom
which his listeners feel
something surreal
suddenly his words cease
and he lays upon the bar
a firearm a Colt 45 a piece
someone picks it up
puts the barrel in their mouth
pulls the trigger to blow their brains out
one by one others do the same
and the man had a final beer
then whispered let's get out of here
there are others near