Red-Suited Gambler

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Something for the holidays its a narrative poem

Submitted: December 09, 2009

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He used to have it all: money, cars , girls..... He did it to himself the man had been walking for hours

On this dark cold night, He'd stop every now and then and remember he was walking.

He was always told gambling would break him he did'nt believe them, but it was true.

As he walked he thought what if what broke me, could make me?

So he walked, and then he walked somemore.

He found a casino.

He walked behind a dumpster and put on the only nice pair of clothes he had.

It was a "red suit" with his big buckle and black boots.

He put the rest of his clothes under all the garbage in a red linen bag.

Then he went into the casino.

He told himself  "im a good gambler", wich he was.

Thats how he got all his money.

So he went to the tables.

The casino was like his home.

As he started gambling he played 21, blackjack, poker and roulette.

He was winning he kept telling himself " keep playing, surrender soon".

But he kept playing he moved from table to table, he was winning.

Racking lots $ 5,000, $15,000, $20,000.

He was back, people talk bout that night

The night the " Red- Suited Gambler came to town.


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