Red,
but the woman with the green eyed stare said,
put it there, and all on black,
The house,
gives losers nothing back.
So I wander through the bottle neck of angels
who are idly wondering who to argue with,
for or against?
No, me
I sit upon the fence and watch the shuttlecock of arrows flow
and wonder if the angels know,
it's just a game,
win or lose we're free to choose.
I choose red time after time and always play the black,
a lock?
a lack when losers lose and nothing back but the experience
is invaluable as a learning tool,
it fools the angels into wondering and that's
always worth a gamble.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
Red,
but the woman with the green eyed stare said,
put it there, and all on black,
The house,
gives losers nothing back.
So I wander through the bottle neck of angels
who are idly wondering who to argue with,
for or against?
No, me
I sit upon the fence and watch the shuttlecock of arrows flow
and wonder if the angels know,
it's just a game,
win or lose we're free to choose.
I choose red time after time and always play the black,
a lock?
a lack when losers lose and nothing back but the experience
is invaluable as a learning tool,
it fools the angels into wondering and that's
always worth a gamble.
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