The Gamble

The Gamble

A Poem by Julius Whitfield

Discussion wanders through the limited minds of men.
Feasting on the plate of seduction and sucking at the dry bones of corruption
To have and to hold on to someone whose corruption is glorification
And to know such glorification can come with a hearty price
To watch her dance to love her body and motion
Even if her silky moves make up for her mind and morality
Diseased in blood and scum, would you do it?
With dick in mind and heart aside would you do it?
I'm sure i'd try, just to get away with the crime
Play with the price of things as serious as this when love isn't all there is
When sex is crucial to existence.
Would you kindly roll the dice, fingers crossed not to land on snake eyes
Progressive thought dims in the court of gentlemen like a flame
Safety becomes threatening as if a knife cutting through the gut of an infant
It's passed aside and the gamble is portrayed with every member playing it
To watch her dance to know she's this fantasized disease
Even if her silky moves make up for her simplicity
With morality intervened by lust, would you do it?
With dick in mind and heart aside would you do it?
I'm not so sure i'd try
Playing with the price of things as serious as this when love isn't all there is
When sex is crucial to existence.
Would you kindly roll the dice, fingers crossed not to land on snake eyes
Desire is leading us to this promise land
Like Job's conviction to God, it's leading us to this deafening sickness
Sending widespread this virus of stupidity that has numbed the minds of those that consume its vapors, riddling through the nerves and pushing ignorance--pushing it until it's stuck in this crater between independence and sensibility.
I want to rip it out of my head
I want to rip it out of yours just so you get the clue
I want you to feel emotion
I want to show you the true meaning of common sense, because it hasn't been common for such a long time
I'm sure i'd try, just to get away with the crime
Play with the price of things as serious as this when love isn't all there is
When sex is crucial to existence.
Would you kindly roll the dice, fingers crossed not to land on snake eyes

© 2008 Julius Whitfield


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Julius Whitfield
Julius Whitfield

St Louis, MO



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21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..

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