The Hustler Dream

I say let's race,
for glory,
for life.
You laugh in my face,
and get ready,
to deal.

I'm over three,
down two,
up one.
You're steady on wings,
but guess what,
I win.

You say it's unfair,
Irrational,
Preposterous,
But this is my world,
my game,
my rules.

You say you want out,
escape,
from this hell,
But I hold the key,
to glory,
to life.

The End

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