RUSSIAN ROULETTE AS A CURE FOR DEPRESSION

 

            ‘The first time I pressed the trigger

            I knew I was immortal’

            ‘I wished the feeling could last forever,

            My jubilation was total’

 

            ‘I’m a five-timer’, he told the newcomer

            Extending his gun-finger and closing it slow

            Every lost life seemed etched on his forehead

            Five down, one more to go

 

            ‘Boredom mostly’ and ‘it passes the time’

            Were his excuses for such dramatic play.

            ‘And it turns the girls on too

            In some extraordinary way’

 

            ‘The best cure for depression I know’

            Handing the game to the next in line

            Where the muzzle blew a hole between his eye and his ear

            Death, too, passes the time