Will Shootman

Birds

It was fun pretending I had some kind of angle to play at

Some great lie to sell

And I’ve had a few hits and maybe dishonesty entered into it more than I’d like people to know and less than I’d like to believe myself

But the truth is that I’m as lucky as the next idiot

I won’t lose a game just to stake the next one

I’ll just lose

And then stake the next one

I won’t string you along ahead of time

I’ll just wander in and hope you follow

No master

No novice

Just a fool who can’t resist betting his last five dollars on what he hopes to be his final game

Everybody knows there’s no winning

There’s not really any losing either

I just like that bit in between when it doesn’t seem like there’s anything on the line