On All Sides

It's a game: so it's
called "All Sides"
or "Hedge
Bet Fund" laid
out with charms,
wiles, and trust in

one
very wrong
friend. So: two teams
now! Every field.
All leagued. Need
tips? Here's how:

Offense! & D!:
Fence? Fraud? 
Don't slip,
since

Both have
won games.

Won championships
only rain downy fire
and smoke on the broad, fat plain 
decent fans, holding hard pulled tight
hope hands caught throats

in
their beds
can't  

sleep
for the chokes.

DAMN ALL 
of the damned
wild beast straight
stats fact-run rules
now!

Sign your lease.

Get plastered
and panned. 
Let us each 
allow: this time

it's for us.

Once gone
so real. So 
now. Know how? 

Got it set?
In minds? 
System? Break! 

Score! Feel!

What a really weird deal.
Oh if only the payoff weren't
so danged fake. Oh if only we'd
placed our own bets, what a steal!

We'd have held
what we'd get.

Free money for wheels, with
nothing going on but the rent,
balanced well

by what you can't spend now, ever
reckon on wet, dry, try, tie wins
losses sort, advise
or
sell:  

just
yet,
but soft:
not yet.  

Too sweet?
Oh, oh no what the hell,
please. Beat! What did you
just tweet?

Get out! Get bent! We've been
living too well, it seems. It's
all spent. So long. Wave bye!
No sale! You can go straight 
to hail in your empty sack 
storm. Oh come in now, 
honey. Wait. Let us hold.
Be here, now: 

warm. 

Plunk your
money and mine
from our mouths, once
more.  

'Cause with any strong cause,
town, leagued with bright swords,
sad towels dripping strong effects,
laced sweat, blood, bile, balls, teeth
clenched up to forget, miss hard!

At once past! At the post, pass missed!
All to get released?

You bum! Don't miss! Or else
Go, now! Go! Be deceased to us!

These, 
THIS
we can't ever forgive, quite.

Trust. Can't quite manage, expect!
Coach, minister all by mind, heart,
soul, spirit forged in one ball.  

Hey. Take a slipped note:
bad bet. 

That's us all
all the men women
thronged people, tossing
their face, form and joint? 
For the sex, money glory on-point
on a sea seized wide, by that giant ass
screen play that can't be erased? Go!

Set! Bet! Stake! 
It all comes down in this: disgrace
or that hard, beautiful 

grace,
dignity 

like a cat.
Nine lives simply can't all be wrong.
Cannot miss:placed on one dumb race. 

Blest luck with a kiss, and one wild ass
fuck lass, lad: scratched, hissed. So...

shall not be never! 
All we here, hear! 
Drowning in bliss, 
ignorance: what a crux.
What innocence gist. 

We shall not quite
be "never," yet
forever
replaced,

nor missed.

Now pay out.
It's our round.
 
Get pissed