Shit Luck Dude

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Poem: Shitluck Dude

by Liam

He kicked the dirt with his boot heel high,

Jacket dusty, jeans ripped at the thigh.

Tongue cracked and dry, by nicotine and Jack D.

A night at the table with the cards and McFee.

Ace of Spades, Queen of Hearts,

Colors, numbers, royalty, cards.

The poker made broker the longer night,

McFee had the hand, in the other a knife.

Dude, hit the shit at a quarter to four,

The cards were down, the money no more.

Jack D was dry, Lucky’s gone up in smoke.

He spat on the floor, no one laughed at the joke.

A fist cracked his jaw, the blade sliced into his thigh.

He butted McFee, blood burst at the eye.

Kicked in his groin, the poor bastard screamed.

Game was now over, Lucky he seemed.

Then he grabbed the bucks,

Glass crashed to the floor.

Notes flew through the room,

Stumbled, while running out into the gloom.

The tale’s not over, the story not done.

Shitluck dude had had his fun,

Then turning round with a bloodshot eye,

The barrels blasted and Shitluck cried!

Spun to the floor, shoulder spurting red blood.

Pain was crazy as he chewed the mud.

Then twisting his head, a glint still in his eye,

He cracked a smile, before he died.

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