It's strange to think that of my shotgun,
I'm growing rather fond,
but everyday I find that life is strengthening our bond.
I rise from bed and play my part,
in this appalling masquerade.
All the while this dreadful play has been cracking my facade.
I think I'll grab my shotgun,
prop the barrel under chin,
And with a gentle pull and click I'll end this story, fin.