Bust (an acrostic poem)

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Building a tower of luck and lies she raised her bet

Understanding it was all or nothing now

She tapped for a card and held her breath

The dealer flipped a card and smiled sadly

Curb (an acrostic poem)

Cutting the powder with confectioner’s sugar was risky

Uncouth dealers are the norm, but me, I have leveled up

Risk verses reward, it’s all about the bottom line

But my sweet twist this time might get me kicked to the ….


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