Which player
is the bullet’s
favorite
in the ol’
honorable
game..
of Russian
Roulette?

Is it The One
who spins
the cylinder?
Or else The One
who points
the barrel
to the temple
on his head?

The One
who pulls
the trigger..
just so he can
live to play
another day?
Or The One
who gets
real close
and personal
with her..
in his cerebral
gray?

Does she favor
lucky bastards
with the wits
to quit
while they are
still ahead?
Or does she
rather favor..

none of them.
Except her one and only
jovial spectator and
The Grimmest Reaper..
her beloved..
Death.