The Drunk

The drunk always shouts the loudest
About the end of the world.
Why?
Do they care more?
When the metal six round pistol is placed against your head,
Cold,
And they offer you one last swig of vodka
How loud will you shout
And how deep will you drink
And how far into your head will that bullet go?
Will anyone hear your shout?
No matter how loud it may be,
Only the man with the six shot pistol.
He is the man who finishes your vodka
So as to sleep
But he will wake screaming
Even louder,
The world will end
And you will be thankful for that six shot pistol that felt so cold against your head and was warmed by the blood,
The blood that eased your pain and choked your scream.
All the rivers and oceans overrun,
And the world ends,
And we all shout,
But you shout loudest.