C Jay Caputo
How Suicide Works 2 - Poem by C Jay Caputo
I walk in to a gun shop
The clerk greats me nicely with a smile
'I'm in the business of getting a new hand gun my good sir.'
He hands me a beauty,
Silver gloss, it glistened
I asked what bullets it shot
I was handed 45's
I took one out and popped open the cylinder
'You cant do that in here.' said the nice clerk
'Its okay I'm gunna buy it.' as I popped in a bullet
closed the cylinder, took the safety off,
turned it to my face as if to inspect the barrel.
I pulled the trigger.
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