Rik Bertrand

Rookie - 0 Points (18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

Bad To The Bone (Blackjack) - Poem by Rik Bertrand

It was a cold dark night
But the time felt right,
To hit the tables hard.

It was a black jack game
And it wasn't so tame,
But I hit on every card.

The jack and the ace of spades,
Were dealt to me like drinks
These Cards just kept coming down.

Black jack fun
Can keep you on the run,
When the owner starts to frown.

I'm a gambling man
A Kenny Rogers fan
And I live by his song.

I am Bad to the Bone
And my futures sewn,
For in cards I can do no wrong

Bad to the bone
But a king on a throne
When the cards are going my way.

Bad to the bone
I hear the owner moan,
I guess I should be on my way.

REB (MARCH 2012) because when you keep getting dealt blackjacks, some is not going to like it.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012



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