Since I retired in 2000 I have been a professional advantage play gambler. It is often a nerve wracking life, but I love it.
The count screams my two tens should be split.
But the pit-boss glares like Charon guarding Styx;
I fear an obolus chip could serve as passage bit.
Surveillance cameras peering from above
have most surely pegged me as a counter.
I want so much to give my chips a shove,
But back-room paranoia renders me a doubter.
I stare into the frenzied dealer's eyes,
Concern says she knows I know she knows.
A prudent man would be saying his good-byes,
taking win or loss as fortune of the cards bestows.
Discretion and all that, I shall be sage;
I scoop my chips heading for the cashier's cage.
Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2010-03-19 at 19:27
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You've Got Heat
The dealer's upcard is a bust prone six;The count screams my two tens should be split.
But the pit-boss glares like Charon guarding Styx;
I fear an obolus chip could serve as passage bit.
Surveillance cameras peering from above
have most surely pegged me as a counter.
I want so much to give my chips a shove,
But back-room paranoia renders me a doubter.
I stare into the frenzied dealer's eyes,
Concern says she knows I know she knows.
A prudent man would be saying his good-byes,
taking win or loss as fortune of the cards bestows.
Discretion and all that, I shall be sage;
I scoop my chips heading for the cashier's cage.
Poetry by Brian Oarr
Read 543 times
Written on 2010-03-19 at 19:27
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