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