Just

I know that the devil dishevels your tongue and dwells in the drink or so they tell me. But the devil must be both devil and god because you haven't heard the words he slips into my tequila like so much rohypnol a thief to steal into my mouth and pluck my brain from its moorings. Name me Flunitrazepam the damned and the slam- it-down-your-throat a choking, but This Once won't be the time This Once won't hurt much more This Once is a velveteen lover This Once is a truth-teller I can't imagine This Once lying to me. So, just and honest This Once shatter a smatter of glass down my gullet a shot from a gun surely too small to kill me.

It doesn't even use gunpowder, after all.