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