Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Cash Man

Cash Man played the field 

Love to wheel 

And deal  

Until one day  

There was no pay  

Cash Man did not know what to say  

Felt very alone 

Picked up the phone  

Heard the dial tone 

Decided to go back to school  

Swam in the alumni betting pool  

Won the spreads  

No longer in debt  

Returned to flapping 

And tapping  

Dancing around, something always happening   

Choregraphing afternoon delights  

Providing entertainment rights  

Especially when Cash Man is there  

Playing fair  

Well versed in gaming numbers  

Cool as a cucumber  

Cannot be stopped  

Ascending towards the top  

Not thinking bubble could pop  

And if it does  

We all knew who he was  

Cash Man who played the field  

Loving the wheel 

And deal

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