So in that game you do, hold a player’s piece,
A black wooden counter that bangs down with the force,
Oppressed a card next to you on the floor,
The number a fault, the one that make you fall,
Each time the dice comes to you, you grab it as if it where yours,
The dark eyes you hold, they seem possessive, twitching from each of us,
I got a full house, you where much lower,
Bang! The table flipped and the beer was over the floor,
What just happened? Your hands shake by your side,
Your eyes on fire, your humor no longer alive,
I get up, what a bad temper one can have, I clean up the beer,
And sigh what sore losers some are,
I’ve had this before, owning a bar I’ve seen,
So many different faces, some are now in the nick,
Jail is a cold place, the walls gray and freezing to the touch,
I didn’t know he was one of them, I just though it was bad luck,
He came here every night, a beer present in his hand,
I got the usual gossip, that a little girl was lost, in my head a reprimand,
She was only 5 years old and later she was found dead in a mans house,
She had been hit over and over until her body gave up,
I talked to Mrs. Mcgreen and she told me what she had seen,
Apparently the child had some cards in her hand, a full house in her grasp,
He had lost his temper, the man they told me off,
He had lost the game and a girl had lost her life..
