On Hastings
Victory?
No one wins this shell game
All shuffle and no soul
Nothing left
but one last bet
and a deck stacked against them
They play
for small change
but nothing will
Eyes on the prize
The Big Score
The Jackpot
Hit me again
But it's snake eyes
every time
That's how they roll
The lucky ones
cash out early
Like so many chips
they fall and
are forgotten
But more will come
to take their place
at the table
where it's all in
until the bitter end
which comes soon enough
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