The Gambler Playing Cards Hand

This my game is up

The cards are about to fall

Not long now

Until my bluff is called

And everyone will see

Me for who i really am

I'm not even holding a pair 

And worst of all

The stake i am gambling with

Isn't even mine 

Yet i still went ahead and bet it knowing i could never pay it back
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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November 15, 2020 at 8:09 PM
I love this poem Christopher. I just have one question. What influenced you to create this slam poem?
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November 17, 2020 at 7:47 AM
My life and mistakes sadly this is more fact based than fiction friend
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November 15, 2020 at 3:01 PM
Love this Christopher your only playing the hand that life dealt you, the person in the poem has gambled themself into a corner, so many people dig this hole for themselves, sometimes through addiction, stupidly, desperation or sheer bad luck, I stand accused of all four, at different stages of my life, brinkmanship is indeed a very dangerous game cheers David
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November 17, 2020 at 7:48 AM
Cheers David ta. Life hey
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