The Gambler
In the rat infested basement
Of a gambler and his greed
guilty buckets of ashamedness
Catch what his heart will bleed
Though he may have loved another
His emotion's sometimes mixed
For it's the romance of casinos
Where he needs to get his fix
A barrage of useless numbers
Flow thickly through his mind
As he deciphers the statistics
Of who will win this time
And later on you'll see him sweating
Every game that he will watch
Profanities under his breath
As he shoots another Scotch
For his outfielder makes an error
His quarterback gets sacked
He needs but half a point
For the over that he lacks
And if it doesn't turn out too well
Don't step in his way
Let him calm himself tonight
For tomorrow's another day
Copyright © Peter Dillman | Year Posted 2011
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