The Risks

Risk pays the biggest profits.

Eventually we all pay the tab.

Hate it when fate cuts us

well below the chin.

These are the only fortunes we have,

either too much,

 or not enough,

drought or deluge;

think we’re so tough,

hide in refuge.

Exposed and vulnerable

when the wheel hits red,

you’ve bet on black,

so now you’re dead

and gone forever.

Oh, we all wanna hit it big,

but is it worth your soul?

We, the gamblers of immortality,

high stakes hustlers

afraid to see the check.

Burdened with certain  fatality

when the devil gets his due.

Never can say when he will come to collect.


HG – 2000-2005

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