Your Gun Poem by James McLain

I do not know
what to do
every thing I try
you undo
why do you want me
to go this way
if I must
I will
can't you try for me to smile
I do not blame you
here will you hand it to me please
thank you
I have only one question
who was he
why do you lie
your lips are beautiful
in the lie
I would rather choke you slowly
instead I fire
you die..over and over and over
untill they hang me..and bury me on top...