Deal again I'm on a roll,
Deck is stacked so lets start the show,
Watch the dealer made up like a doll,
Her rose lips and chestnut hair,
Count the cards don't stop and stare,
I say "hit me babe" count of three,
Ace of spades, three of hearts, that's the draw,
Tap the table for two spades more,
Follow her neck to where the shirt parts,
Eye wanders the shaking starts,
I say "hit me honey" count of four,
Cards of six and now a Jack,
One more card will do the trick,
The dealer's smile turns cold,
Have loaded dice been rolled?
I say "hit me darling" count of...
YOU ARE READING
Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 1 - A Fistful of Dust
PoesíaThe earliest part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 12-16. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
