High RollerA Poem by DrewVannatta648241When I Was In County Jail I Would Gamble With Others In Poker Or Dice And We Would Bet Canteen And If You Lost You Could Either Pay With The Food The Jai! Gave You Or With Canteen But If You Didn't HaIf You Like To Gamble You Can Bet Your Life On Me I Don't Quit I Won't Trip I Plan Each Move Carefully! This High Roller Came To Play If You Don't Like What I Say These Fists Will Show You How To Pay! I Aim For The High Road Even If It Means Dancing With The Devil Lay Down Your Cards So I Can Take The Pot Home With Me! Look Into My Eyes See That They Hold No Mercy I Don't Take Losing To Outsiders So Easily... You Know I Don't Quit You Know I Won't Trip But You Know I Can't Place The Bet If I Can't Roll The Dice Motherf***er! You're Going Home Empty I See It In Your Eyes I Know You Want To Raise Me But It'll Make No Difference No Matter What You Say... Your Chance At Striking It Rich Has Finally Died! Now Walk Away Spare Yourself Any Further Shame Lippin' Off Hard Going Home In A Basket I'll Run Into Your Cell Put Your Pride Into A Casket Take Everything You Owned Leaving You With A Card Saying "If You Want To Play, You Gotta Pay" I Don't Quit I Won't Trip Remember... This High Roller Came To Play!
© 2020 DrewVannatta648241Author's Note
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StatsAuthorDrewVannatta648241Winnebago, WIAboutHey I’m Drew I’m 21 years old and currently looking for friends to help me through these times of loneliness. I’m currently in the process of changing my self destructive ways and a.. more..Writing
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