I gambled with luck
And bet on the falsehood
That creases on my form
No matter how diluted
The dirt is to the blood.
See my cards lay
Face-first on the table.
Though the chips are quite few,
Falsehood craves more
Than sums of money matters.
I'm losing though.
You should come and try
To be the betting beast.
Losing can be
Quite a pleasure sometimes.
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I gambled with luck And bet on the falsehood. Losing can be Quite a pleasure sometimes hey, this is one is really cute. I like your style. Simple, straight, to the point. 10. Keep writing.