There he stood, over me,
With some greed, and a bit of weed.
The gambler,
Gamble with me.
Let's see,
Choices I make,
And choices he takes.
He gambles with me,
All ace.
He laughs at me,
When I have a sixth bad card.
Look up at he,
He's a gambler,
Bad deeds.
Tricks up his sleeve,
Number of threes,
He chooses me,
Number of my deeds,
He smiles with me,
And looks at me.
With another kind of smile.
This is horrifying.
The gambler,
Wins all the gambles.
It feeds him.
No one ever won against he.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
