Monday, April 09, 2012

You never know it's true

You never know it's true,
Not unless you really do.
And unless you are a fool
And a worthless useless tool.

No, you never know it's true
Not unless it's really cruel.
Like a ferris wheel in winter
Or a black jack dealer's banter,
When you haven't had a winner
In a half of twenty hands.

And you know better,
And you know you are no bettor.
At least not when it counts.
No, you'd rather know it's true,
That there isn't half a chance,
To pull from circumstance
A better hand than this,
Even though it's lost; please, another glass of gin.


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