3 Bullets Left Poem by Chuy Amante

I know they are coming for me,
they're close on my tail.
I feel it in my bones,
without doubt I can tell.
Is that dust on the distant trail?

No more can I run,
it's time for mayhem,
I'm now in a corner,
time to confront all of them.

What is my plan,
what will I use?
I have only 3 bullets,
but plenty of booze!

Shall I use strategy,
taking out 2 with each round?
Shall I burn this whole place,
right to the damn ground?

I gotta think fast,
I gotta be quick,
the rope they'll have
will be really thick!

Maybe I'll set out visible,
all my bottles of Whiskey,
Let them relax,
then divisible,
and then act real briskly?

What do I owe me,
a blaze of glory?
A hell of a tale,
crazy and very gory?

One bottle for me,
and three for them,
Two bullets for them,
one for me?

Will there today
be hell to pay?
or
will I be in hell
today to play?
We'll see...

Start drinkin', stop thinkin',
saddles and spurs now close, clinkin',
my blood cold, my gut is sinkin'

Goin' out blazing,
goin' for gory!

Explosions, noise, blood...
Dust settles.
End of story