Poetry

Jose In The Casino

I’m playing blackjack with my hat back, a snapback
In my backpack, a barrel of chips
Casino getting nervous
Sending people down to check me out
Onlookers shout
As I get an ace and a 10
That’s when they said:
Sir! You cannot play again
There is no money left

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