Oh free me from the cell!
My heart takes a clubbing and I’ve no diamonds to show for the hours I’ve spent digging away…
It’s time to put down the spades and simply say,
“It’s been fun; It’s been a blast, but at last you can’t defeat me…”
A quick glance at statistics will reveal that I’m near mystic at this game of red and black;
A simple game of eight laden stacks… with four to spare – should you wish to place cards there.
53 straight games without loss – which at first sight suggest three things
I play too much, I work too little and I’m a toss…
For daring to air my love for such a simple sport – a pastime of next-to-no import
Except to those that can’t count sheep, procrastinate or think too deep
And need some time devoid of thought, where patterns reign and victories sort the trapped from the free….
Sell me but a little motivation, help me get some absentation from this most benign vocation that keeps me bound past working hours,
When F2 builds those 8 card towers for one more hit of vice… What!?! No Dice!
A junkie with a monkey on my back – one that’s swathed in red and black – a choice of four suits in which to bury me…
To end my count at 53…
Oh what the hell… let’s go one more, I’m sure as sure as sure, that I’ll be able to stop and walk away, come victory 54…
[Edit – My streak ended on 72… which means the elusive one zero zero still eludes me.]