The Gambler

In the rat infested basement Of a gambler and his greed guilty buckets of ashamedness Catch what his heart will bleed Though he may have loved another His emotion's sometimes mixed For it's the romance of casinos Where he needs to get his fix A barrage of useless numbers Flow thickly through his mind As he deciphers the statistics Of who will win this time And later on you'll see him sweating Every game that he will watch Profanities under his breath As he shoots another Scotch For his outfielder makes an error His quarterback gets sacked He needs but half a point For the over that he lacks And if it doesn't turn out too well Don't step in his way Let him calm himself tonight For tomorrow's another day