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
my name was
Mrs. Entice.

That I have a lot
of virtues but
one major vice.

That I’m always
willing to listen
but never to advice.

I have everything
I need in myself,
I’ll suffice.

I believe in most
things but not
in sacrifice.

And I have a
bunch just
like you,
like a lab
full of mice.

He asked for
my heart I said,
it’s too overpriced.

But I can offer
you a small little
sliver, a slice.

A match
made in heaven,
destination,
paradise.


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