Nouveau Riche

Sharp like obsidian, I can 

dress my best and thrill you

or pull on a hoodie, and I'm

nothing to see. 

Booze, jewels, and private jets

are for suckers and players like

the ones seated around me, 

especially this guy--the one in

the calfskin loafers. Spelling out

Mississippi takes longer than his 

attention span. 

Strange for a guy sitting at the final

table in the World Series of Poker.

Whoops, Melvilles all in with his big

chip pile. That's why I sneer. The River

card tipped me. It showed me all I 

needed about his hand. I scoop 

up his chips. I'm happy now, but

he'll never know as I continue 

sneering.

"Place your bets."

"No more bets."

"Coming out."

If Princeton was hard, the CIA 

was harder. The Middle East

collects souls in a thousand

different ways: trip wires and

road bombs. Decapitations. 

That's what you get when

you're bereft of divinity.

Yuck.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

We don't call them road bombs, we call them IED's. Sometimes EFPIED's. Those are the worst kind of IED's. That one is always worse than the STD's, which, are pretty bad already.

[Perry]

Hello, Davidgeo. Yes, improvised explosive devices. I wish I knew more about them. I'll need to ask the lady whom this poem is about.