Sat at the
craps table,
blew on his
own dice.

Introduced
himself to me
as Mr. Concise.

One look at
him and I
knew he was
nothing nice.

Looked like
he was made
of fire and spice.

I guess he’s made
of pure luck because
he won that game,
twice.

Every move
that he made,
calculated
and precise.


So I told him...