Gamble Poem by Patti Masterman

Gamble

Rating: 5.0


Wayward angel trumps a devil,
Demon trumps a saint,
A full house of crazy royals;
Regal trumps of fate.

Crazy joker trumps their faces,
Bullets trump the game;
Police trump the jolly players-
Jail will trump their fame.

Death will always trump the living;
Living trumps a corpse-
And living long just trumps all reason-
Dust trumps all, of course.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rudeyard Kipling 16 February 2012

If you sent this poem to The Donald would he wear it? or die quacking up?

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Dave Walker 16 February 2012

A fantastic poem, with a great flow.

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