the thing is we weren't spoiled;
we had money to burn
but we weren't spoiled.
we had what we needed— little more than
bare minimum and thrived on nothing else.
truth be told,
the old man would spend it
on women with
diamond smiles
& bought breasts
class booze
& thoroughbred
cars, horses.
‘‘It's the track again all afternoon instead of the office!
the ticket was in your coat pocket, so there's no use denying it.’’
she would hurl
at his drunk dismay;
he'd revenge
a retractable argument
only to pick up the phone
and conceive his next bet.
the underdog
was always first choice
because it's what he never
was
being overdogged & CEO
of a wealthy business corporation
suited and snagged by the entrails of the game.
s./j. goldner
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