What Are The Odds

do you know

how lottery you roam,

do you see the lucky sevens

imbedded in your home?

 

the russian roulette

one in six

and casino etiquette

he falls into you

 

cards strewn across

green baize tables

a winning rush

you’re the one holding

a straight flush

 

everything aligned

the suits and the deck

to make the game of chance

dance in your favor

 

his eyes shine

lucky dice

and mine reflect

potential vice

 

it’s raining blackjack

just shy of 21

and dearest

you have won

 

and me?

well i am

a few hours past maybe

and you?

well you have

the house advantage

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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