Author Information
What are the chances?
He enters the den with his old bowl hat
Picks up his whisky and lays down his gat
An extravagant man with a one tracked mind
Others oblivious as to what they may find
He picks up the dice and with a brisk shake
Rolls them down having increased his steak
After a no field five an a double snake eye
His single bets now beat the rest
So up they stand to start a brawl
Not a wise move on this old fool
‘You come in here and dice with death!”
“Behold young man, because I beat the rest?”
So as they stare, they draw their guns
The man starts laughing, “I’m just having fun”
“We can share thy wealth” said the old man
The other one smiles, and shakes his hand
As the bartender now, pours his next drink
The elder man begins to think
I don’t take kindly to being threatened like that
He pulls out his knife and stabs in the back.
The man falls down, hitting the ground.
A shatter of glass, the only sound
As he opens his jacket, he finds a letter
I will take that…. “haha, thats better”
With a smug feeling, the man stumbles off
Jumps on his horse who sipps from the trough
“Off we go, back to ye home”
Running away, off they roam
As he gets back, he opens the letter
Just a license for a silly buretta
But as he looks at the top, his eyes stop
Head locks and he suddenly drops
What he just saw he couldn’t believe
The old man, drops to his knees
Put a gun to his head, and pulled the trigger
A layer of blood covered this ni!ga
So what happened, I hear you ask.
Twas an adopted boy, from his past.
Some chances in this life are slim
So be careful boy for what you begin.
