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the far-flung sega sector
a guild rebuilding center
a restive rest stop restaurant
tesha sips her shift drink
cinnamon sticks in whiskey
tiptoes towards the tipsy
traders, the players, the cash
she laughs and slips in
slaps her tips on the green felt
bring me chips and a cheese melt
every night after work mark the fish
guard your cards, chalk your cue
rouge your lips
poler shark, shrewd and cold
blow a kiss
sick inside, full of bile, chasing pigs
merchant swine, feed them winks
drink their drinks
bide your time
finally catch one all in
easy shot, easy pot, hot moment
round of shots while the gambler laments
then forgotten as the next hand begins
deal in lies, wicked smiles, ghoulish grins
substance X, empty sex, next evening
back to waitressing
same scene again
pain - day after day, the same sordid game
wasting away in fluorescent haze
chained to a worthless job
trained to serve burgers, wash plates
for repulsive slobs
lips glazed with mayonnaise
she waits for the shift change
she craves all the risk-taking
blazed and convinced that a
lowball might numb all the
rage and despondency
plays poler flawlessly
bleeds the monopoly
dry one rich fish at a time
tonight's best-dressed high roller
lex checks tesha over
they say you slay at poler
she blushes - hush, you'll scare the fish away
his reply - i play a higher stakes game
i'll wager you the pearl of my fleet
my fastest galactic spacecraft
guild men will bind my word
if you win my surest bird
is yours - tour the universe
in turn you stake your freedom
i burn for your body, i need you
safe, encaged, my slave to
stay with, to play with
to flay if you dare disobey
a chance at last to blast past fate, an escape
i'd take any devil's deal just to never feel
the crushing weight
stuck at work, stuck immersed in this cityscape
one bet - she accepts
she shoots first, curses invectives
the ball curves early, frenetic
the bastard's telekinetic
lex laughs ice like a blizzard
yes that's right - i'm a wizard
trained by cuthican prisoners
the guild must honor our bargain
bring this thing to my dungeon
fast, this atmosphere's pungent
sobbing, soaked in booze
hands clamped to her shoes
just when i thought i had nothing to lose
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