I’m still coming to terms with the truth of it,
and trying to figure out what the truth is,
because he made the rules in a game
with one winner, placed the bets,
picked the chips, bottom, backtrack,
that still define the odds.
If they asked me why I didn’t say it then,
give up in an early round, quit and run
while my wager could still win,
I’d have a million answers, but they won’t listen–
And now it’s too long en prison
to tell anyone of his magnets and gaffs,
much less figure out where it is the ball’s
managed to land.
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