The Shill
The craps tables in a house can’t sit still.
For that reason, the casino employs a shill.
They are undercover personnel out on patrol.
Each shill is on the hotel’s payroll.
Going to the craps tables, they start a roll.
With knowledge of the game, they must be able.
They are to bring the real patrons to the table.
The players lose their money, and that’s all she wrote.
You could say a shill is like a Judas goat.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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