How You Play the Game

[Pendragon]

How You Play the Game

He sits at the table and watches the dealer carefully.
He’s been suspecting that the game isn’t kosher for some time.
The bets are down and he hasn’t caught the problem yet.
His hand isn’t bad with three Kings, he’ll ask for two cards though.
He watches the dealer like a hawk watches for movement on the ground.
Ah! “Friend, that was about the best damn bottom deal I ever saw there, real smooth.”
The dealer is irate. “Did you imply that I was cheating, pal? That’s strong talk.”
“Well, now, I didn’t imply it at all. I came right out and said it. You bottom dealt.
This happens when people ignore the rules and clutch up into groups of friends,
family, or whatever during games. A Game is one on one, not I bet on who you do.
Caught you doing that several times. You gonna grasp iron or suck eggs?”
He walked away from the table slowly, smoking gun still in his hand.
“It’s always this way,” He thought. “Perhaps I should just stop playing the games…”

Pendragon
© 2/6/08

[PrinceMyshkin]

deleted because it may have given offence

[Pendragon]

He sat at the table, his back to the dirty wall.
Across from him, the well-dressed man smiled.
"How many cards will you have, old man?"
Death took a long breath and let it out slowly.
He hadn't seemed to move, but there was a .44 in his right hand.
His sharp little eyes that missed nothing, not even implied insult,
Gazed down the barrel of the .44 to a spot between the man's eyes.
"Two. And two things you need to learn real bad, Stranger...
Never over estimate how much your life might actually be worth at any time.
And never under estimate the guy sitting across from you's speed, strength, or intelligence...
I think you might be playin' your game in the wrong town Tär-bàd-sêj!”

[kiz_paws]

How You Play the Game

He sits at the table and watches the dealer carefully.
He’s been suspecting that the game isn’t kosher for some time.
The bets are down and he hasn’t caught the problem yet.
His hand isn’t bad with three Kings, he’ll ask for two cards though.
He watches the dealer like a hawk watches for movement on the ground.
Ah! “Friend, that was about the best damn bottom deal I ever saw there, real smooth.”
The dealer is irate. “Did you imply that I was cheating, pal? That’s strong talk.”
“Well, now, I didn’t imply it at all. I came right out and said it. You bottom dealt.
This happens when people ignore the rules and clutch up into groups of friends,
family, or whatever during games. A Game is one on one, not I bet on who you do.
Caught you doing that several times. You gonna grasp iron or suck eggs?”
He walked away from the table slowly, smoking gun still in his hand.
“It’s always this way,” He thought. “Perhaps I should just stop playing the games…”

Pendragon
© 2/6/08Scary.... that means he always wins, one way or t'other! :sick:
I liked the poem, Pen, for the story told in the fashion that you chose. :)