The Scam

The Scam

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


This green season twenty days long,
Of twenty-four questions,
twenty-three songs,
twenty-two rhythms
twenty-one rhymes
twenty some dollars
spent nineteen times
eighteen laughter
seventeen fear
sixteen whiskeys
fifteen beers
fourteen candles
thirteen lights
twelve big raindrops
eleven long nights
ten spent wishes
nine lost hands
eight near misses
seven kicked cans
six jackpots
five payouts
four dances
three partners
two lovers
one way
out.

© 2017 Samuel I Moth


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Added on July 16, 2017
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