Angry at the table
I lick a drop of liquor off my lips.
I have a five and six. I double down.
I get a two of spades. The dealer flips
A five card twenty-one. My troubled frown
Depicts the same expression as the jack
Which rudely crashed upon my had thirteen.
I should have bet a green instead of black.
The dealer deals himself another king.
I can't believe he has another face
And gives to me two cards that total five.
He peeks then flips around another ace.
The dealer's hot. I know I won't survive.
I guess I will not satisfy my lust
For winning since this dealer will not bust.