The Gambler, The Poet, And The Poker Player Poem by Black Rabbit

I wake up in the morning and I start to feel the itch.
The need of any junkie to do the thing that will allow them to feel.
Anything but the dull of endless days of wasting away.
And the hope that today is the day.

My morning starts with the wondrous of the breaking light.
Soft and inspiring like the new born children of the world.
Showing how things could be with the right look,
and the hope that today is the day.

I am ready from the start of my day to play.
In the way that will allow me to be the best that I can be.
To pay for itself and so many more is the goal.
And the hope that today is the day.


It doesn't matter what the cost might be in the end.
I have no feelings but that of the pain.
That can be eased and cured by paying the price.
Of being what I am.

I hear the world with Confucius ears.
To try to teach with rhyming words.
To ease the feelings I can feel,
of being what I am.

I will go until the night is over.
All the cards on the table.
And I will sleep tonight after cashing in
of being what I am.


Tomorrow I will wake: a gambler, a poet, and a poker player.