I Don’t Own a Gun

I don’t own a gun.
With the ups and downs
Of life,
I might just blow
My brains out.
Then again,
Maybe not.
There’s always
The chance that
I’d screw it up
And just blow out
An important
Chunk of my brain.
Yeah, like the part
That controls
When to stop
Sassing the cop
When ya get
Pulled over.