Craps
I now have a point.
I’m taking my odds.
I’m making place bets.
Cover the table.
I’m looking to win.
Rolling the bones
to get my point.
Go lady luck!
Be nice to me.
What the heck?
Seven out!
There it goes.
I lose.
No bread.
Broke.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment