Braden's Poetry

There's a pistol
In my dresser
With a single round
To stop the whistle
A final measure
To end this awful sound

It used to have a name on it
The bullet - the gun - the dresser drawer
The name of the person who wanted it
Is what the noise in my head is for

There's a way out
In my dresser
With a single shot
How will it play out
With the measure
It's the only chance I got

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