What happens to you
when you only choose
The One? Well..
Only so many bullets
fit into the cylinder..
of this one-eyed
blindly loving
desperado’s gun.

How many hares are there
for us to chase?
How many horses are there
that we wish
to bet on in a race?
How many birds are there
for us to shoot?
How many maidens
must we educate..
upon the subtle art
of prying open
their heart’s truth?

There are
too many targets
flying in the clear..
for peace of mind
of this one-eyed
son of a gunning
hermit here..
More than I care
to waste my bullets on.
Why not just aim
right for the bullseye..
Go all in! On just
The One.

The One that
really gets me..
hard as fuck.
None other than
my one and only..
Lady Luck.