Craps Table
What's really at stake when you're having fun?
God is a pit boss and we've bought in to play all night,
pretending I have a choice.
When it's my turn I'll always roll.
I know no one makes a living this way,
yet it is a wonderfully exciting way to live.
I never count anyways, but rather perfer Kenny's advice.
Seven.
This poem is about:
Me
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