Blind Bets

Aug 21 2016

A thousand years, and still I’ll never learn
to face the poker table face detached.
Are you aware? The cards you burn to turn
have cosmic consequence, like threads attached.
The dice have weights. The coins will fall one way,
though not for lack of truly random chance.
Fortuna, give me half a chance to say,
“I have no grace, but to your tune I’ll dance.”
That’s why I have no balls for reindeer games,
no sack for toys, no patience for your gift.
Present it now, or kindly check your claims.
Cash in your hand, or fold and call a lift.
I don’t care if you’re God or Santa Claus,
so ante up, and give the Devil pause.

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