I meet my gun
Gun greets me "hello sire!"
It shoots but sticks
And wrongly clicks
And unfortunately misfires
Oh wow, I didn't mean to
But I guess I already did!
Now look at all this blood and guts
and teeth and meat
and wads of spit
"Well clean the spill!" They shrill
Well, since you say, I'm skilled
But if I've failed my dreams by thirty
Then shoot myself, I will.