Is what this next poem is about... I had the phrase "Will you pull the trigger" stuck in my mind for about a week before I wrote this... and no, I was not contemplating suicide.
"Bar Fight"
by Neil Mullins
'Ya got a gun in your hand there, son,
Pulled it straight from the hip
And you've had it up to here with his run
Yer not gonna take anymore o' his lip.
Y'all had a few drinks in a row
Right after you tied your horses
And then he starts sayin' things 'bout your woman, real low
Takin' you right past the point of throwing punches.
So now you're both outside, pistols drawn
And you could stand out there 'til the break of next dawn...
Will you pull the trigger,
And let that bullet fly?
Or will you be a coward, walk up to him
And just spit in his eye?
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