A coward caught within a frothy lie.
Smoking, classic. Across, a tone, machine.
The tension is building, fear in his eye.
Moment, airy. Writing is on the wall.
Revealing truth, his expression focused,
He drops to his knees at being harassed.
Begging pleading apologies choked us.
Handgun below, his final hope, his last.
Better, he thought, a bullet through the brain
Than to live with no needle in his vein.