Too Many Seven Outs
You keep betting at this table without regret.
Seven outs are the only thing you get.
This is resulting in an afternoon full of chagrin.
Just look at the sorry state you are now in.
You have lost just about all of your money.
What has transpired here is not the least bit funny.
There is nothing good about this table for dice.
Those little red cubes have been as cold as ice.
Don't you have the power to walk away?
It looks as if you've had enough of this casino today.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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