Day Eleven

Today's words:

License

Gamble

Pile

Dinner

Prophet

Chip

Out here you don't need a license

To place bets or to gamble

At all. You could win a pile

Even before we're called to dinner.

"Trust me," said the prophet,

"It all starts with this chip."

So I picked up the chip

And considered it my license

To heed the prophet.

I was willing to gamble

All of the money I had for dinner

On hopes of winning a pile

Of cash. Yes, I'd make a pile

Of my winnings, all starting with this one chip.

And later, at dinner,

I'd explain that I hadn't needed a license

To gamble,

Only the words of the prophet.

For how often does a prophet

Promise you'll win a pile

If only you'll trust him and gamble

Your future on one chip?

I know he had no license

And invited him for dinner.

And while we were at dinner,

This man, who called himself a prophet,

Revealed that once he'd had a license

But lost it after he caused a ten-car pile

Up on the freeway after he swerved to catch a chip

So he could go back to the casino and gamble

Some more. Yes, it's often a gamble

When you invite strangers to dinner.

Their words can chip

Away at your beliefs, like a false prophet

Promising you a pile

To be won without a license.

So don't gamble on an unknown prophet;

He's only looking for dinner. You won't make a pile

Out of one chip, even with a license.