Petes Poetry

The Ritual of A Loser

Round comes pay day,
and the cash is placed on the alter.
Will the gods roll his way?
or will they sacrafice, die or falter?

His bent faith
Has driven him to this church.
As for a logical meaning,
It's A neverending search.

The odds are stacked against him
But this he already knew.
As for the god fearing croupiers
Are they christian or jew?
Or will they reserect satan
for a dollar or two?

Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004




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