The Winner

There are two types of people in the world, you and me,
A man whose actions reek of reckless disregard,
And a man whose patience for the world faded recently,
Facing off, one on one, no need for a guard.

Past is the time for discourse and debate,
You always were a man of action, never missing your shot,
Time to put that to the test, for no longer will I wait,
Today, now, we reach a resolution to this plot.

Boom – the bullet stuttered as it pierced you below the chest,
The only thought held in my head that moment: my daughter,
My life unraveled by my ambition for conquest,
You set me up to lose, and I followed like a lamb to the slaughter.

My legacy in shambles, my career now undone,
And historians still believe, simply being alive meant I won.