Some connected guys needed honest skills to splay some cards in a sketchy sorta town. This Filipino cat caught that news , he threw my name around ,picture your first guess, head bowed, neck bent, the inveigled lean those heavy carats dressed , he knew where and he knew how , he knew that he knew the best, his darted whispers sipped some juice and hit dead center direct.
Gathered thought , wonders and risk, fixation fidgets the audition . These two huge men Guido and Johnny, were charged with hiring the new addition, which figuratively, literally. must be a profitable Acquisition . All this I knew while knowing they knew me NONE. Thus, A Pat hand I held with the nuts, gripped securely as I stand, and quickly, in ten seconds I had their trust and had the room in my command, Before the thrust of wishes bust with those two big men, Guido and Johnny, I shared the plan. Look , Take the best you hoped , multiply that by ten, and know my eyes say I don’t scare, in this world of High Stakes Poker, if I may declare, I decide who’s given quarter and I decide when there’s none to Spare.
Time to cut the deck, Seemlessly smooth the button moved from spot to spot, , the table called the ante and the button called the Pot. Play, now moved at a quicker pace, gently we nudged each tortoise from the game. More cards were slid and more hands bid the sharper our protocols became .The rake and take were nearly doubled and the HOUSE now surely knows MY Name.
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BOBBY O
- Author: Bobby O ( Offline)
- Published: November 3rd, 2023 08:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Updated version when I made my living this way
- Category: Short story
- Views: 14
Comments2
Excellent work Bobby, I really enjoyed it.
Cool. Tried to bridge the gap tween a story and a poem. Read some Kipling and that helped, though it also was intimidating.
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