Bound Boundaries Poem by John Sensele

Bound by brisk bets from long ago to forgo
Pain, strain, brain sprain that crane rain trains in vain
Whittled wattles and battles in cargoes whose slow
Motion betrayed a blue eyed better in Spain

When a rented saint in a gun gamble
Lost his moral high ground in a poker
Whose dollar diet made revenues rumble
For the saint's sanity to lose his rocker

Much as the saint couldn't contain his high ire
When winning wonders withdrew Winifrida
From rabbles and squabbles in which the hire
Of a threat at the gate framed Ida.

Greed to win urges gamblers one more time
To play until they cast fast the last dime.