Cheaters Never Win
Smelling of smoke, leather, and whiskey,
five rugged cowhands sit at a bar room table
and hold close the cards they've been dealt.
Jed, with a furtive glance
and a flip of his wrist,
swigs back another belt.
Never known to be cowardly,
he slips an ace from his sleeve,
lays his hand down, (Jed treads on dangerous ground).
"YOU'RE A CHEATER, JED JONES!" Frank bellows
as he bangs his fist on the table.
He begins to sputter and swing his gun around.
Jed leaps to his feet and runs for the door.
Frank shoots without blinking an eye.
Jed falls and lies still on the hard, cold floor.
With a sinister grin, Frank drawls,
"Cheaters never win and sometimes...they die.
So long, Jed Jones. Goodbye."
he slips an ace from his sleeve,
lays his hand down, (Jed treads on dangerous ground).
"YOU'RE A CHEATER, JED JONES!" Frank bellows
as he bangs his fist on the table.
He begins to sputter and swing his gun around.
Jed leaps to his feet and runs for the door.
Frank shoots without blinking an eye.
Jed falls and lies still on the hard, cold floor.
With a sinister grin, Frank drawls,
"Cheaters never win and sometimes...they die.
So long, Jed Jones. Goodbye."