It’s the singing voice of echoing words
The roar of the audience applause throughout the theater that could be heard
Dramatics became a struggle
Immediately following was a knock at the door
Puzzled and confused with a question if should explore
Suddenly beefy men with guns broke through
What was one to do?
Apparently money borrowed from Loan Shark
An unpaid debt from the very start
The irony of it in that wasn't really smart
So now the money must be paid back
I must move in being the track
If I don’t pay this money, I could be in a body sack
Singing woes, fate and consequence
The shadow of a coffin hangs overhead
Hustle is going to meet its bustle
Entering the Pool Hall, it will be a test of gambling in getting the sum of money to pay
But there are thugs with mugs
They are built with muscles like army tanks
My thought, no thanks
The thugs could borrow someone under the rug
A skilled Pool Player that no one has ever beat
Scores of winnings with no defeat
My next thought, “It’s time to retreat”
I hear echoing of “Debt not paid, death could be my name”
But how does one beat a Pool Playing Champion?
It’s a matter of concentration in having the right moves
I must win and that is what I must prove
Everything is at stake, “My Life”
The 8th Ball in the right socket
But suddenly the skilled Pool Player loss two shots
Everyone in the Pool Hall thought it was a plot
But the new debt Pool Player won $10,000 dollars, but owed the Loan Sharks $5,000 dollars
The debt was paid off
A loss became a win
It was then that finally came to an end
Having the right strategy being can
But for the record, was it skill or fate?