Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Not So Much A Gamble, Lassie - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

“Lassie! ”
I shouted, with such condescension.
“Yes? ” She wailed all across
The gambling table
While she wore her bluffing strut,
Her best dress,
Her lethal high-heeled daggers
For shoes.

“You’re winning.”
As she spent all that
I had on that gambling table,
The delight of her face
Moored to the gamble
And not to me.
“I know, Charlie. I know.”
With nonchalance, she erupted
Into a flame of cold waters.

The dealer dealt the cards.
Some folded,
Others remained stoic
Because this is what gamblers
Should be at all times.

“Oh, no! ” Lassie cringed
And I bailed over to her side
Like a lonely thorn of a rose.
“Bad cards.” I whispered to her.

And she got really angry,
Her face crimson,
Her mouth tender with
Profanity.
She stormed out of the gambling
Table,

Left the casino.
Left the gamblers much to their
Advantage.

The gamblers smiled,
I lost all my money,
I lost to the night.

Not so much a gambler,
Lassie.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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