Femme Fatale (That Little Round Ball) Poem by Marcus McKinley
Femme Fatale (That Little Round Ball)
In all the excitement, holding your breath
For that little round ball
She’s got you spinning and the course is set
By that little round ball
The deadlier she is, the closer you get
To that little round ball
My money is on the double ought
And that little round ball
As the wheel slows… is it black or red
Or, that little round ball
Going straight to your head
With your fate you place your bet
On that little round ball
Every time a number she calls
The hammer falls
On that little round ball
She is the sum of roulette
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4/26/2024 7:43:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Perhaps the ball and the hammer dictates the game as one way of gambling and very popular course of being monarch or beggar at a time. Gambling is the way of dodging with the uncertain future. In one sense whose head gives priority to it, his/her heart also plays the same with him, perhaps. No-where to stand...nowhere to anchor...simply flowing the Don...... Well. Poem touches the reader for its subject choose very wisely. Regards. pranab 10