Ready, Aim, Fire!

"No mistakes can be made,
This is your last chance.
Shoot me now before I run,
Or worse yet, start to rant."

"Your last request?"I hear you say,
Your pistol still drawn high.
"None, Good Sir." I answer back,
With tension in my mind.

The shot goes off,A scream is heard.
And so ended that fine day,
Another one,just like the rest.
A re-enactment on display.