View from a Recliner

A bottle of bourbon and a handgun
are waiting for me
on top of my television set

They hypnotize me
Mesmerized
I can't turn my eyes away

like a rabbit
frozen in the stare
of a patient snake

And I know
believe me, I know
It's just a matter of time

before I finally convince myself
that the taste of metal and oil
would be better than bourbon

But still I hesitate
maybe for no other reason
than not to leave the TV alone

but in the end
no matter how long I wait -- I know
it really won't make any difference at all