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.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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