The Gambler
The Gambler
By Juno Byron
There lived a ruler
Wh'as a good gambler
tall as giraffe's neck
Silly slim handsome deck
Chaos his best friend
I myself have guns
They have become Jesus
On the cross - said
He ate cigga's da'ly
And rode on horses
In the slums when
He came they hid
Pub books had his
name late in the
Night he came home
Silently silenced go'ment 'ficials
He was a Pharaoh
But his rose flower
Brought him down so
His name was Chalby.
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