The Pool Shark
Double or nothing
I go for the gold.
I meet with the devil
and sell him my soul.
Content with the knowledge
I will win it all.
I let him guide me
to the pool hall table.
Dressed in my white suit
with Panama hat.
I stand with my cue
and watch my sucker rack.
As I line up my shot
I hear bets exchanged.
Their values are spoken
with a varying range.
With a gleam in my eye
I strike the cue ball
And watch as my shot
caused the three ball to fall.
I pump my fist in glee
for I called the side pocket
In the ball shot like a
red fiery rocket.
My skills went down hill
and I lost all my cash.
The rest of my game
had gone into the trash.
As I slunk out the door
Old Scratch was waiting for me.
Your soul is mine now
he said with great glee.
As we walked off to hades
that burn with fierce fire.
I sadly learned to deal with the devil
I should never have believed that crafty old liar.
I need someone who thinks
I’m worth a misadventure;
Worth the risk,
worth a skinny dip at midnight;
Worth the work,
worth trying
when you never have before;
I need someone who thinks
I’m worth a misadventure;
Worth the risk,
worth ignoring the shallow end;
Worth a deep dive,
worth drowning
knowing you’ll be able to breathe;
I need someone who thinks
I’m worth a misadventure;
Worth the risk,
worth double or nothing;
Worth a gamble,
worth the jackpot;
I am your seven, seven, seven;
I need someone who thinks
I’m worth the risk;
Worth a misadventure,
worth being real;
Worth changing your game
worth baring your soul,
because that is the shine in my eyes.
Give peace a chance
To sit at the table
It’s worth the gamble
And is most able
To win a few hands
Or spin the big wheel
Give peace a chance to
Get in on the deal
Give peace a chance
It has better odds
Than a war waging
‘Tween wanna-be-gods
We know peace can have
At least nine in ten
Chances of winning
Versus fighting men
Give peace a chance
It’s in the cards
When warmongers fold
Give them best regards
No matter the score
Peace won’t be bluffing
And then it will win
Double or nothing.
time to break the fast
and enjoy this nice repast
seconds? glad you asked...
Nothing is sweeter than lover's first kiss
Nothing so sad as love unrequited
Nothing as cutting as false love's sharp edge.
Nothing from nothing, no bets for to hedge.
Nothing from something matter ignited
Something from nothing, to end this stasis.
Double or nothing, let's do it again.
Heads or tails, your first chance was good luck catch flipped on your plate.
Second chance, a line and lure cast by providence, to re-jig your fate.
First chance was fortuitous, a flippant fling to go for broke with no bounds.
Second chance cherished, cautious, circumspect, knowing there are no re-bounds.
First go target and objective, only valued and missed, when cast fell short.
Second go more focused on outcome, with clear plan and path providing support.
Getting a second chance is a double or nothing bet,
That you can win a second time, using what your first chance loss, beget.
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