Artwork by Theodore Darst
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A Mute Bard and Sir Curly
in the pit acting surly
when that Martin blew in like a Gale.
These three dolts in my head
how I wished them all dead
but then how would I tell you this tale?
A soothsayer returned
from his drunk seashore churn
with a drumbeat, a hiccup, and crick.
Between layers of turns
each unevenly learned
the proceeding precognitive tricks.
Then the gambler spoke
of an inside joke
and events manufactured as grim:
"Doesn't matter the smoke
once it clears you'll be broke
for The House, oh The House, always wins."
