Shotgun Solutions

Option One:

Just sit here for now, waiting
Facing the door
My double-barreled baby cradled in my lap
Fully loaded for the arrival of my enemies

Option Two:

Stick the barrel under my chin
Considering the level of relief
The sweet oblivion if I pull the trigger
Not giving a fuck about the mess I leave behind

Option Three:

Smashing the stock against the doorframe
Hammering the barrel until it cracks, flattens
Then dropping it in the dumpster
The face of my Muse smiling down from the clouds

I choose Option Three, deciding to stick around for awhile.
My enemies will go down in a hail of words.  
And my Muse will reward me, licking my ear.
Apparently glad that I'm still here.