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Holy High Roller

Poetry By: MattPellegrini

I thought I'd post one of the few poems I've done and get it over with. Poetry is not really my thing, but here's one I did a couple years ago.

Submitted:Jan 22, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Holy High Roller

Holy High Roller, why do you put your faith in me?

I'm just one bad draw from the dealer, one Jack, Queen, or King.

I'm only a high card away from becoming a bust.

So what have I done to gain so much of your trust?

Godly Gamblin' Man, why do you place your bets on me?

I'm more than likely a long shot, much less of a sure thing.

Do you think you can beat the odds, spin this frail straw into gold?

Hit a gut shot on the river, or will you be forced to fold?

Righteous Risk Taker, why do you continue to believe?

I'm a two-faced chameleon, I could be red, black, or green.

Have you ever thought that it's just not in the cards?

Do you really think you can pull three bells or three bars?

Divine Dare Devil, why do you think I'll win redemption?

Don't you fear these snake eyes? That I'll end up sixes, not sevens?

The house always wins, the odds are stacked in their favor.

So just cash out while you're ahead, because I am nobody's savior.

Spin the wheel, cast the die

Go all in, let it ride

Pull the arm, win the prize

Deuces wild, aces high

Deal me in, check the line

Place your bets, one last time.

Just don't blame it on me if I don't come through.

You've got to realize I'm only human, even if it costs you.


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