Shooting From the Don'T
I know my way around this town of debauchery.
The streets and the boardwalk all have familiarity.
After all, I have played many games of Monopoly.
The things I see everywhere are not a bit strange.
There are several vagabonds asking me for spare change.
The images of furs, jewels, and sports cars are a fantasy.
The things that are real are deception and vagrancy.
Here is one solid concrete fact everyone should know:
There is no place to collect two hundred dollars for passing “GO”.
For most of the night, nobody has been able
to make his point at this cold craps table.
Each time the shooter takes a pair of the dice,
the outcomes have almost always not been nice.
Will the luck turn around? I have plenty of doubt.
Right after the bets are made, along comes a seven out.
Those fools in the casino are making their wallets a bit light.
What else can be expected on this typical night?
Well, here is a guy that will shoot the dice from the don’t
He wants to see a seven out, and hopes that he won’t.
From the choice of five red cubes, he only needs two.
He has to take those bones, and send them on through.
He is even laying big odds against himself to lose.
The house gives each player the freedom to choose.
What do you think happens? The schmuck makes his point!
This is a typical outcome often found in this joint.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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